proof of life
I haven't written in a very long time, so I guess my three regular readers have long deleted their bookmark to my blog. anyway, here we go.
since too much has happened in the meantime and it is quite late already, I shall make a list of random updates.
- I want to quit my job and freelance. repertory is great and has taught me so much, but after almost six years, I am ready to go. this very thought actually keeps me going right now.
- hesse one has to read at 16, or 50+, I guess. I am well in between and seem to fail to make the connection. thus, rehearsals are weird. it all seems right and smart and highly important, yet enthused I am not. I am learning the double bass for this, though, and it is the most fun. my left arm is killing me, and my fingers are quite sore, but it is the coolest thing ever.
- my landlord went through my stuff in the attic. when I yelled at him, he told me he had just wanted to save some boxes from the rain. and his mother had died and his sister had cancer again. it made me feel like an idiot. which probably served me right.
- playing "the death of a salesman" is an honour. the scenes are such a joy to perform, because they are so beautifully written. the brown stuff representing burnt earth on stage is still dry as shit, but my airways seem to have adapted. though I will never again be content with "but it looks so great" for an explanation when I struggle for breath on stage for any other reason than when the scene makes me.
- I bought some entertainment magazine and it had a dvd with some extracts of german comedy series. none of them were particularly great, and I immediately asked myself why that was. they were dull, taking no risk at all and kept borrowing the most boring cliches. also I thought that in order to appeal to a wider audience, they felt the need to do it on the highest common denominator (I am not sure this metaphor works in english), which was completely pointless. maybe comedy is not for germans. we like it serious. maybe we feel like we should not make fun of others because we have been bad and nazis. I don't know.
I will continue the list later. my alarm will go off in 6 hours, and I will be rehearsing play one in the morning, directing play two in the afternoon, and performing play three at night.
but on the 7th day, god had secretly created coffee. so that's good.
since too much has happened in the meantime and it is quite late already, I shall make a list of random updates.
- I want to quit my job and freelance. repertory is great and has taught me so much, but after almost six years, I am ready to go. this very thought actually keeps me going right now.
- hesse one has to read at 16, or 50+, I guess. I am well in between and seem to fail to make the connection. thus, rehearsals are weird. it all seems right and smart and highly important, yet enthused I am not. I am learning the double bass for this, though, and it is the most fun. my left arm is killing me, and my fingers are quite sore, but it is the coolest thing ever.
- my landlord went through my stuff in the attic. when I yelled at him, he told me he had just wanted to save some boxes from the rain. and his mother had died and his sister had cancer again. it made me feel like an idiot. which probably served me right.
- playing "the death of a salesman" is an honour. the scenes are such a joy to perform, because they are so beautifully written. the brown stuff representing burnt earth on stage is still dry as shit, but my airways seem to have adapted. though I will never again be content with "but it looks so great" for an explanation when I struggle for breath on stage for any other reason than when the scene makes me.
- I bought some entertainment magazine and it had a dvd with some extracts of german comedy series. none of them were particularly great, and I immediately asked myself why that was. they were dull, taking no risk at all and kept borrowing the most boring cliches. also I thought that in order to appeal to a wider audience, they felt the need to do it on the highest common denominator (I am not sure this metaphor works in english), which was completely pointless. maybe comedy is not for germans. we like it serious. maybe we feel like we should not make fun of others because we have been bad and nazis. I don't know.
I will continue the list later. my alarm will go off in 6 hours, and I will be rehearsing play one in the morning, directing play two in the afternoon, and performing play three at night.
but on the 7th day, god had secretly created coffee. so that's good.
posted by florian at 00:49
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