Remember Me Boys...

So the time has come to end the blog. Our last 3 shows are this week and it has been a pleasure being a part of the production. The cast has been great (as usual) and the show itself is wonderful. Thanks again to Scott Miller for taking us on the roller coaster ride that is Urinetown. It was scary at first (to say the least) but after the initial nausea and vomiting, it got much better. The challenge was great and I learned a lot (as usual) and I hope to do it again soon.

Also, thanks to the cast. From the first rehearsal I think we all knew we had our hands full but every single one of us rose to the challenge and it really shows up there on that stage. I'm not singling anyone out this time, because everyone has really worked hard to make this show great. Although I do have to say... 2 hours doing your make-up is worth a pat on the back... you really look good Cladwell!

And finally to our production crew and band... BRAVO! The set was great, the lights fantastic, the costumes dead-on and the music superb! It never ceases to amaze me how your work can make such a difference in our performance. Thank you for all your hard work.

Oh wait... and to the Rep (more specifically the person leaving the comment).... I was just kidding on the You Tube video... geeez! I have heard great things about your production, its just ours is obviously much different (be that good or bad in your eyes).

This is also Newline's last performance in the Artloft. For all of its faults and qwirks and lack of air and strange funky smells emanating from the walls and sounds of solid matter flowing through the sewage pipe in the lobby and the bolts sticking out of the theater floor that you inevitably fall on or trip over, I will miss it. But I also look forward to New Line's new home in the NEW Ivory Theater. I can't wait until I get to see the new space and hopefully perform in it.

Over and Out (sorry Matt)

Scott Tripp
Urine town cast member - New Line Theater

Back Off BIATCH!

I would just like to squelch any rumors that Izzy is starting about me touching her ass. NOW, yes it is true that I may have ended up with my hand near her butt, but when we are all in that tight formation at the end (hee hee-I said "end")... it is bound to happen. As for rubbing? I was simply keeping the beat with my hand and it started hitting her ass cheek... but in my defense... there not many places on that stage you can go to get away from her ginormous ass. I could have been on the other side of the stage and somehow my hand would have grazed her ass! In fact, it would take a full day of travel to get far away enough from the planet that is her ass so that I wouldn't accidentally touch it (love ya Izz). So that is all I have to say about this "bitchuation"!

Oh yeah... the show. Well... it is going amazingly well. We are definitely settling in. I think there are tiny things that are coming out... little nuances if you will, that are making it great! The audience Saturday was great (sell out...YAY!). They were IN IT! Laughing from word one and applauding during the last scene. Talk about a smart group of peeps. Week 3 is coming up... Get your tickets now... they are going fast.

Has This Show Made Me Less Patriotic?

So I find my self getting absolutely disgusted with the shape of the country. Don't get me wrong, I have never been thrilled about Bush (or Shrub, as my Dad likes to call him) and the Imbecile Cheney being in office. But since Urinetown, I have really started to worry about things like my carbon footprint and recycling, etc. and the lack of action to correct these major environmental issues going on in the good ole' U.S. of A. (see my previous post about the bee-nappings for an example). I know you Flagaphiles will be outraged reading this (and I really don't mean to break your crayons), but lets face it... this country is a wreck! Lets not get into the war (I mean no one can possibly think we are going to "win", but I do respect the people who are brave enough to try). Could it be that Al Gore is right? As stupid as it sounds, what if the earth does "have a fever"? What does that mean for us?

Then the question becomes... how far do I take it? I don't want to get all crunchy and start wearing those ugly Berks (No offense to the lesbians out there... I'm sure they look pretty on you) but it seems like it is one way or the other. There has to be a happy medium. I was at Homo Depot the other day and had a crap-load of chemicals to kill every living thing in my yard (weeds, bees, mosquitoes, those ugly things that are eating the leaves on my Magnolias) and I put them back. I may still go back and get some of them (I REALLY hate mosquitoes), but I started thinking about the creek behind my house and what these chemicals could be doing to the water in it and the ramifications that may have for every living thing that depends on that water. I HAVE seen raccoons drinking from it. And, as my dog Beau can attest to (because he likes to bring them to me as a gift), there are hoards (swarms? schools?) of turtles living in and around it. What is a guy to do?

I am going to go crazy here! ARRRGGGHHH! So for now... run free little turtles! Run free! But I say to all those mosquitoes reading this blog... your asses are mine!!!!

Now you can go back to surfing for porn.
HBH

My Kinda Town!

Okay, so we opened. Big deal right? WRONG! I have to admit I was rather worried about this show for awhile. It is very complex and it seemed like it was taking forever to come together. It wasn't until our final rehearsal that I was convinced we may actually pull this off. Then we opened.

It went great. They were trepidatious at first but they got into it and soon they were laughing with us! But to be honest.. that is boring for you readers and I hate as much as anyone when the writer goes into any diatribes on any particular topic so I am just gonna say it went very well.

The real reason for my blog is what happened at Friday's show. It hummed along and it was a great show. So we are doing the curtain call when the music all the sudden stops! All of us look dumbfounded (not unusual for my dear friend Isabel, but I digress) Then Nick (Senator Fipp) starts giving a nice little speech about how he's been doing theater awhile and how he met his best friend Aaron doing theater etc. So here I am thinking Nick is getting ready to announce he is moving and that this will be his last show with Newline...BUT WAIT!

So then he says he met a great girl when he was doing some Shakespeare show (the title isn't important to the story so I won't bore you with which one. I'm sure it was Shakespearean...thats all you have to know) and then he introduces this girl to the audience (we all knew who it was-- all of us but Isabel again..poor dear) That girl is Amy who plays Little Sally. And then he proceeds to get on one knee and proposes to her right there on stage!

How fucking great is that? My Nick! The guy I kissed in Spiderwoman (and yes he was very good...Amy's a lucky chick). The audience was in tears.... hell WE were in tears (and I thought I was hardened against the bullshit that is love, but i digress again). So Urinetown will always be a special show for everyone who knows the happy (at least they look like they are) couple, but for Nick and Amy it will be the most special show and I feel so honored to have been there and been a part of the beginning of their life journey (boy that sounded hippyesque didn't it?).

So to Nick and Amy... congrats! I wish you both the best of luck and I know that together you will be able to overcome any obstacles that get in your way. Hold onto what you have and never take it for granted or let it slip away! I just hope to get an invite to the wedding (I give great gifts)!

P.S. Come see the show. It's good.

Now you can go back to surfing for porn! I know I am! HBH