Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Tuesday, August 1st

The heat wave continues. Thank god for air conditioning or this city would really be unbearable. I'd have to shut down the clinic and head for the coast for ten weeks every summer. Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea. Maybe I should do it anyway. UAB owes me a break or two.

For the first time in two and a half years, I have no next theatrical project. Tommy is working away at getting Magic City Actors Theater up and running and their first show, 'How to Succeed...' auditioned this last weekend but I'm not involved. It's a quick rehearsal schedule and I think I'll be better served getting some other things done around the house. I am having some mild withdrawl symptoms (major ones when around those who are working on a show) but should be OK with proper therapy and the occasional Xanax. (joke).

Tommy and I ran around the last couple of weeks trying to catch up on everyone else's theatrical projects and made it to most of them. Summerfest, the local 'pro' company did 'Oliver'. It had decent performances, but was not well directed or staged and the whole thing came across as lugubrious as hell with all of the joie de vivre bled right out of it. Rising Star, the camp for kids with two weeks to rehearse and mount a production of 'The Boy Friend' was a lot more fun. There's a lot of talent in the fourteen year old sector in town. Terrific New Theater's 'Pageant' was fun, but not necessarily good (with a couple of notable exceptions)-it's a show that's all about men in dresses acting like vapid beauty queens so what do you expect. LJCC's 'Meshuggahnuns' had a great cast taking on third rate material. How much longer can Dan Goggin milk the nun jokes?

This past weekend was Equality Alabama's annual forum and banquet. The centerpieces were a one person performance piece by Marine Jeff Key about his experiences in Iraq as a gay Marine, 'The Eyes of Babylon'. He writes well, but isn't a good enough actor to pull off his own material. He was also pretty bad as a speaker without a script. I gave a workshop on aging which was enjoyed by the few people who bothered to turn up. Amongst them were Margarethe Cammermeyer who as the keynote for the whole affair. It was nice to meet her. Seems very grounded and down to earth. We then all repaired to the ballroom for hotel chicken and tired cliches from the podium.

This week is about getting finances ready for Tommy's return to Montevallo. We're also renting a small office space at Playhouse to get some of the business projects out of the house. More space! Less clutter! We'll see how it works.

Today is the fifth anniversary of Steve's death. I miss him, but he belonged to a different life than the one I live now.