This is the final weekend of "The Weir" and last night's show was actually filled to capacity, which for a Thursday evening is unheard of. At least, I've never heard of such a thing before.
I know we've highlighted the whole Supernatural aspect of the play... but it's really so much more than that. Michael Swanwick and his wonderful wife, Marianne, came to the show last night, and afterwards he wrote that the play is far more about human contact and how it's the one thing holding us back from "the abyss." It's difficult to sum up such a play when it deals in intangibles and that glorious sense of atmosphere. All I know is that, as a performer, I leave the theatre every night feeling like I've plumbed the debths of heartache and love and understanding and life... and my eyes and soul are wide open.
Sometimes, when I leave the theatre, I hope audience members have lingered so that I can hear them express something of what they thought or felt. When, as happened last night, the only thing I find are empty streets with a few dry leaves blowing away, all I can do is howl at the moon.
There are still tickets available for Saturday (the last show) at 3:00. If you come, please please stay and talk to me... because otherwise, I feel needy and have to run home to Kyle so that he can give me a hug and tell me he loves me. Which actually isn't such a bad way to end the night.
I know we've highlighted the whole Supernatural aspect of the play... but it's really so much more than that. Michael Swanwick and his wonderful wife, Marianne, came to the show last night, and afterwards he wrote that the play is far more about human contact and how it's the one thing holding us back from "the abyss." It's difficult to sum up such a play when it deals in intangibles and that glorious sense of atmosphere. All I know is that, as a performer, I leave the theatre every night feeling like I've plumbed the debths of heartache and love and understanding and life... and my eyes and soul are wide open.
Sometimes, when I leave the theatre, I hope audience members have lingered so that I can hear them express something of what they thought or felt. When, as happened last night, the only thing I find are empty streets with a few dry leaves blowing away, all I can do is howl at the moon.
There are still tickets available for Saturday (the last show) at 3:00. If you come, please please stay and talk to me... because otherwise, I feel needy and have to run home to Kyle so that he can give me a hug and tell me he loves me. Which actually isn't such a bad way to end the night.
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