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Month: May 2009 (Page 2 of 3)

Sad news about Shaun Arnolds

8154_arnolds_shaun I have just heard that talented actor Shaun Arnolds died in a car accident last night. This is a terrible loss to the acting community. Shaun was one of the actors I worked with on my first industrial theatre project.

He was a gifted actor, both on stage and screen, as well as on radio; I last heard him in an Afrikaans radio drama. I am very sad at his passing. 

Please let me know if there will be a service for him.

Well done Sunday Slimes

How happy was I to discover a whole new page dedicated to the arts in the Sunday Times review section? And what’s more the theatre review is written by the amazing theatre critic Marianne Thamm. And then there’s even small reviews down the side! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Bravo Sunday Times. Bravo.

A cold!

I have a cold! I feel so sorry for myself. It’s pathetic. I have a runny nosy, streaming eyes, sore throat. I am being the biggest baby. Obviously my resistance is a bit low and the moment my most immediate stresses were over I collapsed in a snivel. I just can’t believe how miserable a simple cold can make you feel.

Not the most romantic way to spend our 5th wedding anniversary, which is tomorrow! Poor Big Friendly! Husband, dog walker, nurse to a grumbling snot pile.

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Decadence – Sold Out!

This amazing thing happened to me last night. I went to go and see a performance of Stephen Berkoff’s Decadence, with Scott Sparrow and Emily Child and directed by Chris Weare, at The Intimate Theatre and when I got there the door person asked if I had booked. When I said no he told me, “So sorry, but we are totally sold out!” I had been invited to opening night last week but I was sick, and decided to go off last night to catch up.

So here’s the deal. Word has got around really quickly that this is a fabulous production of a really excellent play. And guess what? People want to see it. Yay. Yes there is a recession. Yes people are going out less and spending less on entertainment and yes theatre in general is suffering. But. If there is something really good out there that sparks the imagination, people will go. And I have learned my lesson. I will book in future.

Loving an audience

Today was the first performance of my yearly industrial theatre roadshow. I’ve been creating, writing and directing a new thirty five minute, four hander play for this big company for almost six years now and it’s amazing. We use the same characters to deliver different messages to a huge audience, around the country, and over the years the client and the workers have grown to love the characters and the show, and feedback has shown that the message is being successfully taken up.

But it really is such an interesting process. After I pitch my concept it goes back and forth a bit until I get go ahead to write the script. This too goes backwards and forwards a couple of times (where client tries to squeeze in a few last minute messages – they know how effective the industrial theatre performance is at delivering a message), and then we rehearse.

One of the most interesting things about the rehearsal process is that the cast and I create the show with the audience in mind, but with no idea which bits will work, what will be funny and whether we have ‘got’ them. So when we face our first audience there are always the first show nerves, the little patches of panic and the ‘do we have them?’ moments. And I am so proud to say that today was fantastic. Yes there were the few blapsies and the sound was a bit all over the place, but the guys were received like old friends, and they were applauded and cheered and loved! Nothing like five hundred people to perform to, to cheer a theatre junkie up.

Thank you Thembani Luzipho, Mbuso Shandu, Mzimasi Nongwe and Hein de Vries. You guys are number one!

The swearing in party

Call me a party-pooper but wouldn’t it be nice, for once, if a president in waiting said, “Hang on! Let’s do a virtual inauguration ceremony. Come to my office all camera crews and we’ll broadcast the thing globally. Foreign dignitaries, don’t use your country’s tax money on flights; rather let us donate it to a South African environmental awareness programme. We’ll use all the money we save on entertainment and put it towards the arts and culture of the land. All catering costs will be used instead on the schools’ failing feeding scheme. All personal clothing budgets that would have been spent can be donated, in my name, to the homeless. I’m on a roll here. Let the cars and blue light brigades and security staff and drivers all go out on that day and do community work; helping people get to clinics and schools. Oh wait, all the policemen and traffic cops that would have been at the event could also go out and do their real jobs of being in the community and policing and trafficking (oh no, we don’t want that usual bidniz!). Let the judges spend the day in backed up court rooms. Let the politicians stay in their offices and do a bit of work on that day.”

Then he could say, “You know what? Thinking about all that stuff makes me realise that being the president doesn’t make me the most important person in the land, it just means I have the most important job. Let’s get to work right away.”

Wouldn’t it be nice for once?

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