On the stage
Too 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.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
Too 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.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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In recent times, well, yesterday..........
I was putting on a performance of that classic musical Oliver. Naturally everything is going well, the show about powerful political views from over a hundred years ago is being well absorbed by the crowd of primary school children.
It comes to a song sung by my good friend Fagen. With himself and the stage microphoned up, off he launches with a perfect rendition, word for word prefect, the band are even impressed. He takes a bow waits for the clapping to stop, delivers a few lines and steps off the stage.
All is quiet, and suddenly a microphoned voice booms out over the children 'Stupid fucking song, the guy that wrote this is a fucking twat!'
Fagen had left his microphone on, and had proclaimed this loudly to all the local primaray school children, their parents, and teachers.
Good on 'im, that's what I say.
( , Tue 6 Dec 2005, 17:49, Reply)
I was putting on a performance of that classic musical Oliver. Naturally everything is going well, the show about powerful political views from over a hundred years ago is being well absorbed by the crowd of primary school children.
It comes to a song sung by my good friend Fagen. With himself and the stage microphoned up, off he launches with a perfect rendition, word for word prefect, the band are even impressed. He takes a bow waits for the clapping to stop, delivers a few lines and steps off the stage.
All is quiet, and suddenly a microphoned voice booms out over the children 'Stupid fucking song, the guy that wrote this is a fucking twat!'
Fagen had left his microphone on, and had proclaimed this loudly to all the local primaray school children, their parents, and teachers.
Good on 'im, that's what I say.
( , Tue 6 Dec 2005, 17:49, Reply)
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