Had an occasion to pow-wow with some of my fave insiders in the theatre community this weekend. The view from here is: My! What pessimism! Tales of woe, betrayal, let downs and the dark days of theatre closings. Friends turning on friends. Ominous signs and portents. The feeling that if we only had the guts and weren't all totally afraid for our careers that we'd all point at one Nameless Yet Beloved Theatrical Practitioner and say to him or her that he or she should be ridden out of town on a rail! Generally, we agreed that for the first time in a long time, the bad vibery and downcast attitude is more prevalent that any countervailing spirit of possibility or optimism. And, The Deceiver's own dark prediction is that at least one more high profile company will be dead and gone by this time next year.
I'll have the opportunity to kibbutz with a second group of DC stage types this weekend--will endeavor to find out what the mood is like from their end.
The good news is that we also decided the following things:
- I will attend a wedding in the Poconos this September
- I will wear a kilt at that wedding
- It shall be an Urban Kilt
- I shall strongarm Virginia state legislators by dangling them off tall buildings by their ankles, Suge Knight style
- Actor's Equity can be manipulated so long as the promise of filthy lucre are on, near, or around the table.
- It's not how much you drink. It's what your body does with it that counts.