keep on rocking in the IHOR...
Damn, Rick, way to bring the room down.
Anyway, here's some exciting updates from the bleeding ulcer-inducing stressfest that is BTJ.
Last night, I put the fear of God into Lighting Designer Sifried Seeliger by presenting him with five hand-written pages of lighting cues. He has exactly one day (Saturday before the show) to set up all the lights and program all the cues at the theater. And if he screws them up, it'll be his head in a Ziploc bag. Man, I sure wouldn't want to be that guy.
The adorable and multi-talented Erin Donley has been brought in for set beautification. Erin's work was previously seen in Remote Control (look closely and you can see a sketch of Rick as Alice Cooper hanging on the cubicle wall). She also drew a fabulous picture of Tom Waits which Rick once bought for me as a gift. And now she's slumming it with us for a while.
This Sunday, Rick and myself and Official BTJ Stylist Sarah X. Dylan will go shopping for Rick's show outfit. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but I think we're going to go a little wild this time.. Yes... that's right... not just black but... charcoal grey! Woo, look out! And next week we're taking him in to alter his hair color. Nothing extreme, just a few shades darker.
Sarah is also the official stylist for the Little Dudes. A lot of folks have asked me about the Little Dudes, wondering what and who they are. The Little Dudes are three teenaged boys (Eli, Troy, and Joseph the Christ Child) who appear periodically between scenes throughout the show, holding signs indicating the date.
In previous performances of BTJ, Rick would say the date out loud while in his room praying to the Gods of Rock. And it always irritated the crap out of me. I mean, who opens a prayer with the date, for pete's sake?
Determined to come up with a better solution, I concocted the Little Dudes. And -- like the girls in bikinis at a boxing match who hold the "Round 2" signs -- they will appear to let us know what year it is in the story. They will also be costumed in various "rock guy" looks from the past 20 years. It's a whole lotta work for a thing we see for (literally) five seconds, but the little touches are always worthwhile.
And besides, when else is a seventeen year old boy going to have the opportunity to have goth makeup applied by Sarah X. Dylan? Eh?
Tonight, we bring in the mighty Clyde Lewis to rehearse some off-stage dialogue, and continue rehearsals with Storm Large, Gustav, and Mike Vaughn. Storm, by the way, is by far the biggest, blondest, bustiest ball of multi-talents on planet Earth.
IHOR II: Electric Boogaloo is working out so far, despite the unsavory element the pawn shop next door attracts. The saddest thing is looking in the pawn shop window and seeing all the baby stuff inside. I mean... who pawns their baby's carseat?? How much meth money can you get for a crib, anyway? Gah.
That's it for now. Posting on this blog is always a nice, soothing activity that calms the screaming monkeys in my brain.
Anyway, here's some exciting updates from the bleeding ulcer-inducing stressfest that is BTJ.
Last night, I put the fear of God into Lighting Designer Sifried Seeliger by presenting him with five hand-written pages of lighting cues. He has exactly one day (Saturday before the show) to set up all the lights and program all the cues at the theater. And if he screws them up, it'll be his head in a Ziploc bag. Man, I sure wouldn't want to be that guy.
The adorable and multi-talented Erin Donley has been brought in for set beautification. Erin's work was previously seen in Remote Control (look closely and you can see a sketch of Rick as Alice Cooper hanging on the cubicle wall). She also drew a fabulous picture of Tom Waits which Rick once bought for me as a gift. And now she's slumming it with us for a while.
This Sunday, Rick and myself and Official BTJ Stylist Sarah X. Dylan will go shopping for Rick's show outfit. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but I think we're going to go a little wild this time.. Yes... that's right... not just black but... charcoal grey! Woo, look out! And next week we're taking him in to alter his hair color. Nothing extreme, just a few shades darker.
Sarah is also the official stylist for the Little Dudes. A lot of folks have asked me about the Little Dudes, wondering what and who they are. The Little Dudes are three teenaged boys (Eli, Troy, and Joseph the Christ Child) who appear periodically between scenes throughout the show, holding signs indicating the date.
In previous performances of BTJ, Rick would say the date out loud while in his room praying to the Gods of Rock. And it always irritated the crap out of me. I mean, who opens a prayer with the date, for pete's sake?
Determined to come up with a better solution, I concocted the Little Dudes. And -- like the girls in bikinis at a boxing match who hold the "Round 2" signs -- they will appear to let us know what year it is in the story. They will also be costumed in various "rock guy" looks from the past 20 years. It's a whole lotta work for a thing we see for (literally) five seconds, but the little touches are always worthwhile.
And besides, when else is a seventeen year old boy going to have the opportunity to have goth makeup applied by Sarah X. Dylan? Eh?
Tonight, we bring in the mighty Clyde Lewis to rehearse some off-stage dialogue, and continue rehearsals with Storm Large, Gustav, and Mike Vaughn. Storm, by the way, is by far the biggest, blondest, bustiest ball of multi-talents on planet Earth.
IHOR II: Electric Boogaloo is working out so far, despite the unsavory element the pawn shop next door attracts. The saddest thing is looking in the pawn shop window and seeing all the baby stuff inside. I mean... who pawns their baby's carseat?? How much meth money can you get for a crib, anyway? Gah.
That's it for now. Posting on this blog is always a nice, soothing activity that calms the screaming monkeys in my brain.
8 Comments:
"...who opens a prayer with the date, for pete's sake?"
Well, Captain James T. Kirk opens his Captain's Log with the date...the stardate, that is. That's kind of like a prayer, isn't it?
(oops, I posted under my daughter's name.)
anyway, they're prayers, dammit.
and also, remember that time Doogie had to give her the pelvic exam when she got sick on their date and she was all mortified? that was good TV.
Pelvic exam? Really? Is that show out on DVD yet?
Yeah, but the 927-step code you have to punch into the remote to SEE that Easter Egg is just rediculous.
Although the 928-step code DOES get you re-runs of The Wonder Years...and THAT is worth it.*KOFF*
that chick has a great rack!!
mmmm... booobs..
Andrew,
your flowing locks would make a excellent "swirlie."
For those of you who don't know what a "swirlie" is; it's when a pack of steroid crazed jocks drag a victim into the bathroom stall, pick him up by his ankles and ahem..
"teabag" the drama nerd, goth, "pussy" or underclassmen into the bowl and then flush to complete the attack, leaving the vicim with a nice clockwise "glow" to their do ( if you live below the equator, I belive your crappers flush the other way).
I suggest you avoid men in lettermens jackets and public restrooms for the next 60 years.
*note this comment is made in jest, do please spare me your wrath, but swirlies do happen.
The picture of Rick as Alice Cooper can be seen lightened up here -
All the better to see Krishta's ample ... uh ... womanliness.
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