Showing posts with label The theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The theatre. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Snapshots from the road

My friend sound engineer Karen, left, and me
Going through the stuff in the basement, I rescued some old photos.

Here's two from around 1982. On the road, my tour, a show called "One Mo' Time", met up with "A Chorus Line" in Atlanta. My show was playing the Fox Theatre; they were playing the performing arts center downtown.

Show rigger Ty Knotts, his wife Marilyn, and, far left, carpenter John Selig
We're in the bar of the Georgian Terrace Hotel, right across the street from the Fox Theatre. This was the year I made an unfortunate hair style choice (a curly perm). I look kinda drunk, I think.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Night out


Last night after work, I braved Los Angeles traffic for two hours and ended up at Walt Disney Concert Hall downtown.

I had a ticket for a Los Angeles Philharmonic concert - I actually had two tickets, but at the last minute [The Man I Love] was unable to attend, so I went alone. It may seem odd to do that, but I've decided not to let inconvenience keep me from doing things I want to do.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Memories


I just found this video at YouTube - it's a video montage of the "Miss Saigon" tour I worked on, put together as a farewell to the company, at the time of the tour closing in 2000.

It's wonderful to see the faces of old friends, and to remember how amazing it was that we brought all that gear into a building and made a show out of it!

The intricacy of life backstage  - crowded, fast-moving, sometimes boring, sometimes funny - always wonderful.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

A guide to fine dining

This piece has been cross-posted at Mrs. G's blog for women, Derfwad Manor. Go visit there and read her wonderful stories, and works by other women writers.


In adventure stories, explorers visiting a strange land find a trusty native guide to show them around, find food, and survive. When I came to Los Angeles in the fall of 1996, I was overwhelmed by its size and breadth, and I could not grasp its unfocused geography. The streets and boulevards were chaotic, lined with a visual cacophony of signs in multiple languages I could not decipher. But then I met Mark.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

High on air

Click any photo to "embiggen"
 At the base of the tall building, a crowd assembles, waiting. The buzz of excitement fills the air.


Then, high above, a single figure appears at the edge of the roofline, teetering on the brink, and then it slowly leans over and....

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Cool stuff


I'm working on some cool stuff these days.

 My department, though we're closing soon, and morale has been it, is right now working on a big project that's fun and show-bizzy and highly visible, that tests our capabilities in our profession. And you know what? we're all rising to the occasion like the professionals we are. I am so proud of my co-workers, beaten down and unappreciated as we've felt over the last several months.

In the middle of all this, there are a lot of transitions at the workplace. Good news for people who are moving to new jobs. New assignments and responsibilities for me - interesting yet time consuming and a little pressure-y. New challenges and opportunities.

Also - our son is coming home to visit. He arrives on Saturday, and next week we are going to enjoy spending time with him. I hope to share some of our adventures with you.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Just Kids


Patti Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe, 1969. Photo from HERE.
I've recently been reading the memoir "Just Kids" written by Patti Smith, '70s punk singer/songwriter. In 1967 she went to New York City, moved in with her friend, Robert Mapplethorpe, and they lived the life of poor artists. They moved from squats to house-sits and finally to the Chelsea Hotel, where they mingled with artists and musicians, and began to find success, she as a poet, playwright and singer, and he as a photographer.

She writes of sleeping in the streets, scavenging garbage for furniture or clothes, and going days with no food to eat but vending machine peanutbutter crackers. Her memoir brings back my own time in that city, walking those same streets, working in Lower East Side theatres. I was never as hungry as Smith, but I do remember walking blocks to save a 50 cent subway token, and there were times I couldn't make the rent on time.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

A Christmas panto

One British holiday tradition we Americans are unfamiliar with is the Christmas panto. Panto - or pantomime - is a popular theatre presentation that includes singing, dancing, slapstick, audience participation, and buffoonery.


We went to see the panto "Dick Whittington and His Cat" at the Hackney Empire Theatre. The theatre, which was built in 1901, is a stunningly restored classic music hall, and I couldn't stop marveling at its beauty. With its multiple curved balconies and opera boxes, it seats 1000 people in a space that's both intimate and majestic.

Theatre lobby
Pantos also have a long tradition of including transvestism as a convention of the performance. The young male hero is played by an actress, in what is known as a "breeches role."  Another stock character is an older female, played by a male actor in drag. Nowadays, many Christmas pantos take this convention to its logical extension and the productions have become gay-themed drag shows, but "Dick Whittington and His Cat" played it relatively straight.

Balcony and stalls
Pantos are family entertainment, despite the saucy innuendo, and the audience was full of children. A crusty old vendor outside sold flashing LED novelties like bunny ears and magic wands.


Audience participation is a big part of the tradition, and the performers kept the audience engaged, calling for responses, encouraging cat-calls and shout-outs to "look out behind you!" or "wake up!" We were pulled to our feet for sing-alongs, and encouraged to boo the villains loudly.

The beautiful painted ceiling
Though conventional, with a few simple special effects, the production showed a relatively lavish budget. The scenery was old fashioned painted drops, wings and borders. A full stage scene was followed by an 'in one" transition scene while the sets changed behind a scrim. Even so, each scene was nicely done and imaginative. There was a scene set on board a ship; a scene under the ocean; a scene on a jungle island. Steve Elias, as the star of the show in drag, had an elaborate new costume in every scene, complete with flamboyant hats and props.

Publicity photo of Steve Elias, the star of the show
Pantos tell traditional stories, but update them with contemporary details from popular culture. The Fairy Bowbells, striving to earn her fairy wings for a good deed, was a plump little Bollywood cutie, flying in on visible wires from the wings. The King Rat sported rasta-style dreadlocks, and the ingenue rocked it like Mariah Carey. We were treated to "gangnam-style" dance numbers, and in the jungle scene a giant costumed gorilla danced to the reggae tune "Monkey Man."  There were political jokes that went right over our American heads, but it was clear that the rest of the audience got them. The give-and-take was localized, with references to the Hackney audience and disparaging comments about rival neighborhoods.


The plot was simple and, as the evening progressed, mattered little in comparison with the gags and the visuals. The show lasted for two hours and forty-five minutes - and, surprising me, the audience of young children remained engaged. We got just as involved, heartily booing and cheering with the rest of them!

What a fun tradition for the holidays. Would it go over in America?

Monday, September 17, 2012

Tutu girls


The dance floor
Those of us who came of age in the 60's remember doing a lot of risky things. But now that we're parents of young people, we worry about them taking the same risks we did. As a generation, perhaps we're a little different than our own parents - we know exactly what trouble our kids can get into, because we did those things, too.

The hottest new thing in event production is the Electronic Dance Event - whether an 8 hour festival for tens of thousands of guests in an open field, or a 4 hour concert in a nightclub, this is the newest thing in live events. Young people come to party, dance, and they dress in crazy neo-hippie outfits including neon-colored tutus and other crazy stuff. Some people call these events "raves" after similar unregulated party events that took place in the '90s, but that is history now. Electronic Dance Events are big business now.

Neon-colored tutus are  popular
This past Saturday night, at an event that some people called a "rave" - I was standing in a protected place overlooking the show floor, a good observation point. This is something I do during most events that I am responsible for. When I do this, I'm estimating the size of the crowd, observing the behavior, checking to see what's going on, trying to make sure the crowd management measures we've put in place are appropriate. Also - I'm using my camera to record the moment.  As an older person in a room full of enthusiastic young people, I usually feel invisible and unseen.

While I was standing there, I saw a young woman bring her empty water bottle over to the recycling bins by the wall. It just so happened the contract EMT paramedic was there, sitting on a chair on right by the recycling bin. She looked inquiringly at him, as if to ask - am I doing right, putting my empty water bottle in this bin? He nodded, and she did.

As she turned to go back on the floor, she caught my eye, and I held up a hand with an "A-OK" sign - I appreciated her conscientiousness. Most concert goers aren't so careful with their trash disposal.

Furry boots are popular at these shows
A few minutes later, there she was, below me, turning her sweet silly face up to me, glitter make-up sparkling on her cheeks, holding out her hand to me. "Hi, I'm Jenny! What's your name?"

I pulled the foam earplug out of my left ear and told her my name.

"Gladys?" she said, getting my name wrong. "You're beautiful!" She smiled up at me.  "I'm Jenny. Are you having a good night?"

"I'm having a great night," I said. "Thanks for using the recycling bin. Have fun tonight at the show, Nice to meet you Jenny, and please be safe tonight!"

More tutus!
 Experts say the effects of the drug Ecstacy are nausea, chills, sweating, involuntary teeth clenching, muscle cramping, and blurred vision. Overdose symptoms include high blood pressure, faintness, panic attacks, and in severe cases, a loss of consciousness, and seizures. That was the reason we had a squadron of contract EMTs on duty and an overabundance of police officers.

But, on the other hand, the experts also say the effects of the drug Ecstasy are feelings of mental stimulation, emotional warmth, empathy toward others, and  a general sense of well being.

The dance floor during the headliner act
I've never had someone come up to me while I've been working an event and tell me I'm beautiful and wish me a lovely evening. Was Jenny high on Ecstacy or some other substance? Or was she just a genuinely nice person? I honestly don't know.

I do know that the official records of medical incidents during the show don't mention a girl who matches Jenny's description being treated. In fact, our official records list a mere handful of patients - two drunks, one bruised foot, one person with an earplug stuck in his ear, and one person who had broken glass thrown in her hair. Yes, Security turned away a number of people who were too inebriated to be allowed inside the venue at all - but I think most of the 3500 people who attended the show played it safe, behaved themselves, and had a good time. Like Jenny.

Lighting effects. Pretty cool!
For those of you who, like me, worry about our young people - I think our kids are all right. Talk to those you know make sure they are staying safe.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Stage left view

Click to "embiggen"
 I can't explain this photo. But there it is. Cool, huh?

Monday, May 28, 2012

Decoration Day

Sycamore Cove, Ventura County picnic spot
 Memorial Day in the United States began after the Civil War. It was originally called Decoration Day - a day to tend the graves of all the Union soldiers who'd died in that horrible war. But it became a day to remember all American war dead.

Sometimes, it takes a long time for a war to kill someone who has served.


Monday, November 14, 2011

Marathon in high heels


This has been a marathon weekend - on the social front.

Disney Hall, interior
Two nights out - dinners, followed by events, followed by receptions. Steam-table food, cheap wine, the focus on talking and socializing kept us hungry and thirsty - meaning drive-thru fast food on the way home. Taco Bell or Mickey-D's - what's your pick? Or do you have energy for a meal at a real restaurant?

Disney Hall exterior, at night
On the plus side, excellent music and performances - and some surprising star appearances. Oh, yes, I was certainly glad I was there!

On the downside - tired feet!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

PROMPTuesday on Wednesday

I've returned to the wonderful and creative writing exercise presented by San Diego Momma -.PROMPTuesday These have spurred my creativity, and have been a lot of fun at the same time.

Each Tuesday, she posts a writing prompt. Participants play by the following rules:
  • You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kicks in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
  • Keep to 150 words or less (I always run over a bit!)  
  • Post on your blog or in her comments so everyone can read it.  
  • Have fun!
This week, Deb didn't get her PROMPT up till Wednesday. Today’s PROMPT is:

The phone call. Write about a call you received that changed your life.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Thematic Photographic - Playing with light

Carmi at Written, Inc., posts a photographic challenge each week called Thematic Photographic - this week's theme is "PLAYING WITH LIGHT." 


Sooner or later, if you live and work in Los Angeles, you'll encounter an awards show. Whether you're working for a caterer, delivering a shipment of highly-valued awards, doing floral centerpieces, putting together goodie bags or vacuuming red carpets, you'll have some peripheral connection with this uniquely LA phenomenon.

Another view of the rig with technicians working in the air
I happened to wander on the set of one show recently while they were programming the lighting - playing with lights. This is a huge wheel-like truss of lights, poised high over the glossy stage with its runways and projection screens. Throughout the day, the technicians were "playing with light" - they were programming the looks, colors, and moves of the computerized lighting.


Here's a shot from further back - I've masked out the screen image to maintain the mystery. What show was it? You'll have to wait until the winners are announced!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remembering September 11, 2001

Sol Sokheun in costume at "Dance, the Spirit of Cambodia"
 In 2001 I had a job that I loved. I worked for a performing arts presenter in Southern California. I was so happy working there that it didn't matter that my theatre was located in Long Beach - some forty miles away from my home in Topanga Canyon.

Our theatre presented a season of dance, music, and theatre performances between September and June, and our first presentation of September, 2001 was a really significant performance.

"Dance, the Spirit of Cambodia" was a touring company of classical dancers from the Royal University of Arts in Phnom Penh. They were on a 12-city tour of the US, the first American appearance of dancers from Cambodia since an ill-fated tour in 1990.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Falling

I can't help but feel overwhelmed when I see this snippet of video from this weekend's collapse of an outdoor stage in Indianapolis. Five people were killed in the collapse.



Among the dead was a 51 year old stagehand named Nathan Byrd, a member of Local #30 IATSE. He was a truss spot operator. The operators had been sent up on the truss in anticipation of the headline act, the band Sugarland, though the weather was threatening and management was consulting the weather service.

According to sources, there were four operators up in the truss. When it came down, two were uninjured, one was hurt, and Nathan was so severely injured he died in the hospital the following morning.  He leaves behind a 15 year old son and a 13 year old daughter.

Take it from me, working at heights is an acquired skill. If you do it regularly, like I did for 20 some years, you take particular care. Falling and injury is never far from your mind. There's a funny dichotomy you play with - on the one hand, you want to be careful, cautious and protect yourself from accidents. On the other hand, you don't want your imagination to run too wild and let thoughts of the potential danger paralyze you. In the end, you trust your instincts, your equipment, and your union brothers and sisters.

One of the scariest places I've ever worked was in a performing arts center in Florida where the front-of-house lighting bridge has a floor of clear plexiglass - it looked as if you were walking on air when you were working up there. It was perfectly safe, yet so un-nerving I still have nightmares about it sometimes.


I can only imagine what was going through the minds of the four truss spot operators as the rig came down.


On my last visit to Indianapolis, my theatre company played the Murat Shrine, a great Byzanto-Moorish confection built in 1911. While loading in the show, one of the electricians on my crew asked me if I wanted to go up and see the tower, or the minaret crowning the corner of Massachusetts Avenue and New Jersey Street. During a coffee break, he guided me up a narrow stairway, and then we came out onto the parapet, into the brisk night wind. We were on a narrow spire, high above the rooftops, high above the street. It was wonderful, exhilarating, terrifying all at the same time.

I didn't know Nate Byrd. I don't remember the names of local crew members anymore. But Nate was a rigger and an electrician, and I know at some point in the twenty years he worked with Local #30, he must have stepped out onto that narrow parapet high over the city, and felt that thrill that working at heights gives you.

Who knows? He may have been the guy who shared that experience with me, so many years ago.

Saturday's accident was at least the fourth stage accident this summer. A windstorm toppled a stage for the band Cheap Trick at a festival in Ottowa. Earlier this month, wind blew over a lighting rig at a music festival in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and lightning toppled a stage near Quebec City. Be careful out there, brothers and sisters.

A fund has been set up for Nate Byrd's family. Send your contributions to:

IATSE Local 30
Attention: Nate
1407 East Riverside Drive
Indianapolis, IN 46202-2037

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Cool photo of the day

Backstage during a light check. Click to "embiggen"

Thursday, July 21, 2011

A real treat

Last night I had an unexpected treat. My department at work had been offered free tickets to the final dress rehearsal of the new Cirque du Soleil production, "Iris."

I carpooled with a co-worker, and it took us 2 hours to get from Santa Monica to the Kodak Theatre at Hollywood and Highland. It was five minutes till curtain by the time we parked. We dashed up the escalators from the huge parking garage, hoping to get to the Will Call for our tickets before the show started - and then we rushed inside through the first set of doors.

How lucky we were! We found seats in the lower orchestra section, only six rows from the front! As we watched, the aerialists soared directly over our heads!


"Iris" is subtitled "A Journey Through the World of Cinema" - and it evokes the history of movies. It dazzles with a fast-paced blend of live action, video projection, and amazing feats of circus skill. What better place to see it than on Hollywood Boulevard?

The show started off strongly, with an aerial duet that took my breath away.



Photos were not allowed, so I only snuck a few before the show started. But here is the Cirque's own highlight video to give you an idea.

"Iris" is supposed to play a long run at the Kodak. If you visit Los Angeles, check it out. There's nothing more fun than having trapeze flyers bungee cord above your head!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Brighton scenes

Brighton along the beach
We took a quick day-trip fifty miles south of London to the seaside resort of Brighton. It made me remember this song (excerpted) from Stephen Sondheim's musical, "Sweeney Todd."


Canvas beach chairs for hire at Brighton
MRS. LOVETT: (spoken) I've always had this dream... Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich Aunt Nettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday... The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand... Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the briney!

Carousel on the beach at Brighton
By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet,
By the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd love it!
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house wot we'd almost own,
Down by the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?

I can hear us wakin,'
The breakers breakin,'
The seagulls squawkin,'
'Hoo, hoo!'


 
By the sea!
Don'tcha love the weather?
By the sea!
We'll grow old together!
By the seaside,
Hoo, hoo!
By the beautiful sea!


It'll be so quiet,
That who'll come by it,
Except a seagull
Hoo, hoo!
We shouldn't try it,
Though, 'til it's legal for two-hoo!|

Wedding ceremony in the town of Brighton, with a red Cadillac convertible
But a seaside wedding could be devised,
Me rumpled bedding legitimized!
Me eyelids'll flutter,
I'll turn into butter,
The moment I mutter I do-hoo!


By the sea,
Married nice and proper!
By the sea,



Hoo, hoo!
By the beautiful sea!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Hosed

While I was in the hospital, listening to the doctors talk about what's gone wrong in my guts, and what it will take to heal and repair everything, all this talk of tubing and perforations and cutting out damaged parts reminded me of something. There was something familiar tugging at the back of my mind I couldn't quite get. An image. An analogy. A memory....

YouTube screen captures, Broadway production of "Miss Saigon", performed by Jonathan Pryce at the 1991 Tony Awards.

At the climax of the blockbuster Broadway show "Miss Saigon", the leading male star has a big production number. He's a con-man, a grifter, a pimp, and his exploitation of a tragic young girl is about to pay off big time.

As he savors this victory, he daydreams of his future in America. Night clubs, dancing girls, chocolate eclairs, champagne - visions of these luxuries dance across the stage until at last, the ultimate symbol of his American dream appears.

It's a 1959 Cadillac convertible, double headlights flashing as it descends through the clouds, its toothy grille glittering with a thousand LED lights. And as its sleek frame glides downstage toward him, you can see the liveried chauffeur and, perched on the back, a beauty queen, sashed and wearing a Statue of Liberty crown.

Miss Chinatown's costume lights up and her car-seat elevates

The con-man flings himself on the polished hood of the car, fondles its headlights (wink wink!), writhes in obscene ecstasy, and then falls, as his vision evaporates into nothing.

Although I didn't create this effect, for five years it was my responsibility to fulfill the con-man's vision on a regular basis. The Cadillac car effect in "Miss Saigon" is an extremely complicated stage prop. At base, it's a "truck" or "wagon" - a platform hooked into the tracks of the automated scenery system embedded in the stage. The car itself is set onto the truck, and conveyed downstage for the scene.

To accommodate the cramped theatres on the tour's itinerary, our Cadillac was fore-shortened. It was chopped in half at the windshield, the front half stacked on top of the back half, mounted on a kind of hydraulic arm. As the wagon glides downstage, the car's grille and hood fold down in front of the rest of it, so by the time it emerges into the spotlight downcenter, the Cadillac appears long, sleek, and intact.

That's complicated enough, but in addition to that, it has flashing lights, spews dry-ice fog, and has two live actors inside.

Here's an article about our tour from a 1999 Honolulu newspaper that includes a small photo of our Cadillac.

If you think about this, you realize how difficult a piece of engineering this is. It has to have a frame that's flexible enough to hinge over itself, and yet sturdy enough to ballast the leverage. It must be strong, yet cradle its fragile, fleshy cargo within.

Through this steel frame threads a network of cables carrying electricity for lights, hydraulic lines, and data lines.

Separately, four-inch hoses and pipes feed through the car to route the fog from a port at the tailpipe that attaches to a steam boiler where baskets of dry ice are lowered.

Like the wires, hydraulics, and cables, the hoses must be slack enough to flex as the car is folded, yet taut enough not to drag or snag when the car is opened. All these parts must be carefully routed to avoid being pinched by moving parts, and padded against friction and wear.

And it must be able to do all these things while constantly functioning. Our show ran 8 days a week for over five years.

I was responsible for the lights and the fog, and also for connecting power and data. Everything plugged into a panel with a half-dozen multi-pin connectors and plugs, plus a big tailpipe to clamp the fog hose onto. This all took place in almost total darkness.

This screen-capture inadvertently reveals the stagehand doing the same job I did. Look above Pryce's elbow

Lots of things could go wrong, but usually it was the fog hose. Sharp objects tore holes in it, snags stretched and broke it. Sometimes it slipped off the tailpipe. Holes spewed fog from the wrong place. On the other hand, kinks as the car unfolded or condensation water collected in low-sagging areas blocked the flow of fog. One memorable day, with a hot boiler, pressure from the dry ice drop blew the feeder hose off, shrouding all of backstage in impenetrable fog, but leaving the car's works starkly revealed on stage.


Maintenance was a constant. I used a lot of duct tape. I'd cut out a shredded section and rejoin the ends. We made a black velour "sock" to contain fog leaks. The critical link that hinged with the moving arm was too fragile for its task, so we searched the industrial zones of South Seattle and found a sturdier material. Every city we went we looked for newer and better hose.

The boilers needed maintenance, too. Elements burned out, wiring overheated, fuses blew. The huge steel bellies were drained and cleaned when we moved the show to a new city. Some cities had bad water - a silty, foul deposit collected that I flushed with a Shop-Vac.

"Car Wreck - Classic Car Cadillac de Ville" - Image by Reinfried Marass, with thanks

I remembered this experience vividly, after my recent stay in the hospital. I still have a Cadillac I'm responsible for. It's an aging one that works too hard; its system needs a clean-out and its tire-tread is thin. Its hose is kinked and snagged and sometimes clogged. A few wraps of duct tape have done the trick this time, but eventually, we're going to need to trim out some shredded sections and stick it back together.

To watch Jonathan Pryce perform "The American Dream" at the 1991 Tony Awards, go HERE.