On the stageToo shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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Death of a SalesmanThat was the only play I ever saw in high school, mainly 'cause I liked the guy playing Willy Loman but also because we'd seen another Arthur Miller play (All My Sons) earlier that year.
The play itself was pretty good, if you could get over the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Loman were Asian, their sons Biff and Happy was black and white, respectively, and the shady, hallucinogenic Uncle character was Hispanic.
Also, due to my friend's already enccentric nature I got the impression that poor Willy had very serious mental issues.
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