Stream of Random Thoughts
May. 2nd, 2004 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrdreamjeansI'm up early for me. It's Sunday morning. I've done three shows since Friday night and have two today, then a well-earned day off. When I get this tired and I'm beginning the search for another day's worth of high tenor notes, my mind often wraps itself around scraps of ideas and random thoughts. So here goes....
Some of you will remember my albino python dream were I was in the Amazon (I've never been). The snake was choking me to death when I punched it in the face, pulled its insides out and was saved. Here's last night's dream: I was in Paris, (I've never been there.) on a train with my friend Bill. He's worked there several times and was showing me the city. We were on a train when he jumped up and said, "Here's our stop!" I got off the train, but said, "I forgot my book. (The Sex Lives of Russians) I'll be right back." and I jumped back on.
The train left before I could get back off and without Bill. I was lost. I was going to be late for my performance of "Jesus Christ Superstar" (This part makes sense as I toured Europe in this show in 1991-92.) I got off the train two stops later, entered a boutique hotel where this very old wealthy woman told me she couldn't help me get back to the theatre since JCS was such a bad show:)
I turned around and Bette Midler was standing there. She said, "I'll help you, Sweetie. We can't always pick quality when it is about work and making a living." I'm afraid to begin to analyze that dream.
I was carpooling to my performance of "Man of La Mancha" yesterday with fellow performers Julian and Mark when it dawned on us that all of the production's tenors were in my 4-door pickup. We riffed that there were The Three Tenors, The Three Irish Tenors and we could be the Trailer Trash Tenors. We'd go from gig to gig in my pickup, wear wife-beaters, jeans, boots and Lonestar Feed Caps for performance, be asked to do the sound track for the movie sequel Sordid Lives 2 and sing Country-Western arias:) Warped, I know....
I reported that one of our performances of La Mancha was interrupted by the fire alarm right after Cervantes says, "I have no intention of burning." That's a character with a plan! It happened two more times, three minutes before the end of the show. Remember - We play the show without an intermission.
The theatre had to be cleared of patrons; the actors had to stand in the cold in a back parking lot for 15 minutes and then go in and finish the performance after the fire department gave the all-clear. Turns out the problem was they had switched the fuel in the torch because it was difficult to put out. The new fuel was setting off the particle sensor. We went back to the old fuel; problem solved.
Lastly - These thoughts have been streaming through my head:
1. Despite what some people think, monogamy, monopoly and monotony are three different/distinct words when applied to relationships. (I plan to write more about this later.)
2. Is it easier to love at a distance?
3. Can exes be/remain best friends? I think so.
My stream of random thoughts became a river; but at least I'm more awake now. If anyone has comments about the questions posed or about the other scraps tendered, give me a holler!
Some of you will remember my albino python dream were I was in the Amazon (I've never been). The snake was choking me to death when I punched it in the face, pulled its insides out and was saved. Here's last night's dream: I was in Paris, (I've never been there.) on a train with my friend Bill. He's worked there several times and was showing me the city. We were on a train when he jumped up and said, "Here's our stop!" I got off the train, but said, "I forgot my book. (The Sex Lives of Russians) I'll be right back." and I jumped back on.
The train left before I could get back off and without Bill. I was lost. I was going to be late for my performance of "Jesus Christ Superstar" (This part makes sense as I toured Europe in this show in 1991-92.) I got off the train two stops later, entered a boutique hotel where this very old wealthy woman told me she couldn't help me get back to the theatre since JCS was such a bad show:)
I turned around and Bette Midler was standing there. She said, "I'll help you, Sweetie. We can't always pick quality when it is about work and making a living." I'm afraid to begin to analyze that dream
I was carpooling to my performance of "Man of La Mancha" yesterday with fellow performers Julian and Mark when it dawned on us that all of the production's tenors were in my 4-door pickup. We riffed that there were The Three Tenors, The Three Irish Tenors and we could be the Trailer Trash Tenors. We'd go from gig to gig in my pickup, wear wife-beaters, jeans, boots and Lonestar Feed Caps for performance, be asked to do the sound track for the movie sequel Sordid Lives 2 and sing Country-Western arias:) Warped, I know....
I reported that one of our performances of La Mancha was interrupted by the fire alarm right after Cervantes says, "I have no intention of burning." That's a character with a plan! It happened two more times, three minutes before the end of the show. Remember - We play the show without an intermission.
The theatre had to be cleared of patrons; the actors had to stand in the cold in a back parking lot for 15 minutes and then go in and finish the performance after the fire department gave the all-clear. Turns out the problem was they had switched the fuel in the torch because it was difficult to put out. The new fuel was setting off the particle sensor. We went back to the old fuel; problem solved.
Lastly - These thoughts have been streaming through my head:
1. Despite what some people think, monogamy, monopoly and monotony are three different/distinct words when applied to relationships. (I plan to write more about this later.)
2. Is it easier to love at a distance?
3. Can exes be/remain best friends? I think so.
My stream of random thoughts became a river; but at least I'm more awake now. If anyone has comments about the questions posed or about the other scraps tendered, give me a holler!
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Date: 2004-05-02 01:33 pm (UTC)BTW: I remember a show-biz dream I had, during my first year with "Nutcracker". As the grandfather clock struck midnight, I made my entrance from the audience....actually from the balcony. Using my cloak as a parasail, I glided down to the stage in a sweeping arc, landing lightly behind Clara at the twelfth chime. I knew this was a dream because, despite my fear of heights, I stepped off the balcony railing without hesitation, and...the landing was flawless. In reality, I'd be pissing myself just stepping up TO the balcony railing, and assuming I survived the flight itself, would probably severely twist an ankle upon landing and crush poor Clara as I fell on top of her, before plumetting into the orchestra pit.