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6 essentials for life upon the wicked stage


Now that I’ve got a few months before I start rehearsals for any stage performances again (though there are a sprinkling of concerts over the coming months), I thought I’d share some things which are invaluable when messing around on stage.

A good anti-perspirant deodorant.  The level of sweating that goes on under those lights on stage is truly astonishing, and can have many adverse effects.  You can shine inappropriately, you can feel (and eventually smell) unpleasant, you can find things sticking to you when you’re trying to do a quick change, and sweat can affect microphone packs.  I find that most deodorants simply can’t cope with the demands of the theatre, which combines physical exertion with hot conditions and acute anxiety.  Hurrah for the Mitchum brand, which I have found to be very reliable indeed.

Five minutes.  Just a few moments to yourself to think about what you have to do, where you have to be, and what order things happen in.  Whether checking through a written list, or walking the show through in your head, it helps with relaxation and concentration.  It also ensures that all necessary props, costume items and the like are in the right place, as you check each one as you come to it on the list.  A clear head and the ability to concentrate can get you through untold disasters as the show goes on.

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Random tagging


Well, it seems I have been tagged by Doctor Z, and am instructed to tell you eight random things about myself.  So, what is there to know about the Singing Librarian which I haven’t already splurged all over this blog?  Let’s see…

1. I may have hobbits somewhere in my family tree.  That’s right, I have hairy toes.  However, I’m not quite short enough to fit the bill, though I do like their eating regime – lots and often.

2. My least favourite part of any show I perform in is the curtain call.  I feel like a complete idiot wanderng forwards and taking a bow, and make it as short as I can possibly get away with.  If I can get away without a bow, I’m quite happy.

3. I measure things on a continuum that ranges from crocodiles to raspberries, the nadir and zenith of creation.  Crocodiles and their relatives are hateful, hateful things which simply shouldn’t be allowed, with their disturbing teeth and their habit of pretending to be innocent logs.  If they appear in a wildlife documentary, I actually have to hide behind a cushion.  Raspberries are surely the opposite – a flavour that sets the taste buds racing and thrills me almost as much as discovering a fantastic new song.  With cream, in a cheesecake, or just on their own, raspberries are just heavenly. Continue reading

After the show


Nearly six months of rehearsals, several false starts, numerous sleepless nights over administrative problems, thirty-nine cast members, dozens of crew and musicians dressed in black, six performances, one visit from the Lord Mayor and a very subdued after-show party, and it’s all over.  There is now a Kiss Me, Kate-shaped hole in my life, and I have the potential to study, or perhaps even relax, on Tuesday evenings and Sunday afternoons.  Since I am young, male, and now on the radar of the local performing groups, this doesn’t mean a quiet life (I’m already back in rehearsals for The Sound of Gershwin at the Whitstable Playhouse and have a July concert to work towards), but I really am going to miss this show.

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Still funny


Shaggy Blog StoriesSo, as Music Man pointed out in a comment to my previous post, I have had my submission selected as one of 100 British blog posts in ‘Shaggy Blog Stories’, a book created and printed for Comic Relief.  For details of the other 99 bloggers, see Troubled Diva’s post, and to get hold of a copy of the book (if you want to), go to www.shaggyblogstories.co.uk . It’s all in a good cause, and there must be a few posts in there to tickle everyone’s funny bones. I’ve ordered my copy and look forward to discovering some new bloggers.

Meanwhile, I’m rather glad I’ve got the day off from the Library of Doom, as the office is running an odd variation on the swear box – a variation that, among other things, would mean I wouldn’t be able to sing without a penalty all day!  How would such a thing be possible?  It really would be asking too much.  Even for charity.

What’s so funny?


comedymask1.gifYesterday, I submitted an old post to Troubled Diva’s Shaggy Blog Stories project, an attempt to gather funny blog posts from across the UK into a book in one week (yes, just one!) to support Comic Relief, also known as Red Nose Day, a UK fundraiser held every 2 years or so to aid a number of worthwhile causes.  The deadline for submissions is today, so any British bloggers reading this and thinking ‘oh, what a good idea’ will need to get their skates on.  Or, of course, you can always buy the book once it goes on sale, to see which of my posts I submitted.

Humour is a funny thing, isn’t it?  In both senses of the word, I mean.  Everyone finds different things funny and everyone has the capacity to be funny, even if they don’t do so very often.  There are people who are surprised when they discover that I have a sense of humour, for instance, due to my capacity for taking things terribly seriously.  And I can’t work out why I find some things funny, but not others.  Is humour genetically determined?  Or just completely random?  I don’t know, but there must be a reason why I find Some Like It Hot hilarious, but don’t care for League of Gentlemen.  Mustn’t there?  Not that it matters.  I’ll laugh when I feel like it, thank you.  And I’ll stop rambling on about the concept of ‘funny’ right about…

Now.

I’m Still Here


…is a rather marvellous song from Stephen Sondheim’s score for Follies, but it’s also my roundabout way of apologising for not posting anything for over a month.  I’ve got several posts in the pipeline, but none are fully formed.  At some point soon, you’ll be thrilled to get my musings on the noble art of classification, on the removal of clothes on stage and on musicals that won the Pulitzer Prize.

I could lay the blame for the lack of blogging activity almost anywhere, but I shall simply say ‘sorry’ and ‘will try harder’.

Respect your character?


I seem to have a problem.  I get cast in a role, large or small.  I begin rehearsals full of excitement and trepidation.  I learn the words and movements.  And before long, I realise just how much of an idiot my character is.  Once upon a time, I would defend my characters. I offered a sociological justification of Torvald Helmer’s actions in A Doll’s House, for instance, which absolved him of all blame for the play’s ending, and I even managed to find a motivation for most of the things that Roger got up to in Grease.  But no longer.   I simply can not remain blind to my characters’ shortcomings…

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Another Op’nin’, Another Show


You know, Kiss Me, Kate really doesn’t have the most musically-advanced opening number in the world, and the lyrics are pretty simplistic, but it has a power and appropriateness which is hard to match.  As I have been rehearsing the number over the past few weeks, I’ve been struck by this again and again.  Sometimes less really is more, even in musical theatre.

The tune is simple and catchy, though the revised version of the show currently doing the rounds adds some tough harmonies to the number.  It drives  along, expressing the combination of dread and elation that performing a show brings with it.  I sincerely doubt that a musical analysis of the song would provide much insight even if I had the skills to do such a thing, so let’s look at the lyrics…

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How do you remember all those words?


Adventures in theatre are often a source of amazement, albeit of a limited kind which tends to run out as soon as people realise that the Singing Librarian isn’t, in fact, card-carrying Equity member.  In fact, has never been paid to perform and is therefore not very impressive after all.  For those people who are still slightly star-struck or intrigued, one of the most frequently asked questions is ‘how do you remember…?’ either words, notes, moves or dance steps.  Or perhaps all of the above.  Sadly, there’s no particular secret to be revealed in the answer, as different methods work for different people.

Some people record their lines to tape and listen to this endlessly in the car as they drive to and from work.  Some people create mnemonics for their more complicated speeches.  Some people associate words with particular props or gestures – in the case of songs, this can be particularly helpful as the lyrics and choreography start to reinforce each other.  But essentially, the secret comes down to one simple thing – repetition.  The more often you hear, read or say the words, the more you’ll remember them.  The more frequently you dance a dance, the easier it is to remember, and the less conscious you become of each step, turn, spin or hop.  I don’t have any particular method; I simply read the lines through over and over, then speak them over and over, muttering scenes to myself as I trot along to work, or shelve books, or try to get to sleep.  Dances tend to be reserved for the kitchen and rehearsed while the kettle boils, the oven heats up or the sink fills with water.  This can be achieved with or without the music on in the background, and no doubt looks particularly odd when done in silent concentration.

I make sure that I practice something every day while in the midst of rehearsals.  Whether muttering on my way to work, singing in the shower or dancing in the kitchen, each repetition makes the words and movements more natural and more secure, ensuring that formal rehearsals are spent learning new things rather than trying to remember what we’ve done before.  By the time that everything has been set, I will perform my own potted version of the show in the lounge or the kitchen several times a week, comprising just those scenes and songs which I happen to be involved with.  Again, probably a very bizarre sight, as I rush around like a mad thing, trying to remember which entrance I use, which props I have in my hand, and how I react to everyone else’s lines and actions.

So you see, no secret.  Just the discipline of setting aside a few minutes every day and thus rehearsing outside of the rehearsals as it were.  For some people, the lines come more quickly or more slowly but it’s much the same for everyone – practice really does make perfect, and there’s no substitute for actually doing it.  And doing it again.  And again.  Ideally, you should be able to sing, speak or dance your pieces in your sleep by the time the show arrives.  I’m sure some people do.

The Singing Librarian’s 2006


Well, that’s it.  Just a few more hours of this year left to go, so it must be time to sum it all up, take a look back and prepare for 2007, whatever it may bring. This has been quite a year for the Singing Librarian, so I thought I’d share ten of the things that have made the last twelve months so interesting for me.

Changing the library.  During the year, the Library of Doom has gone through a number of changes in the way we work, meaning changes of responsibility, working hours and working relationships.  Some of it has been good, some of it bad, but it has been most interesting.  The changes will continue as we look towards a new building in 2009 with many further challenges to offer, not least moving several hundred thousand books to a new place.

Being Gerald in Me and My Girl.  2006 brought me my first principal role in a show since I left school in 1997, and it was a corker.  I achieved more with my performance than I believed I could.  I pushed myself in acting, singing, dancing and general stagecraft.  I made some friends.  I lost a lot of weight.  I showed everyone how to panic, and I covered up my extreme nerves every second I was up there on the stage.  I felt anxious, excited, nervous, elated and numb in no particular order.  And I finally managed to enjoy a performance just in time for it to come to an end.

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