-Aaron Johnson
If you have a passion for Commedia dell'Arte, then as a performer it’s like riding a bicycle, you never quite forget how. That statement does nothing to account for the shape of the bicycle when you dig it out of the garage years later, however, or the shape of the rider for that matter. We've had to knock the rust of the frame, tighten the brakes, and true the wheels and then, of course, there is the issue of repairing the bike.
We have just begun our second week of rehearsal with Gian Giacomo, charging toward our opening on Friday like an opposing trench, the machine gun positions manned by our audience. It has been an intense process. Il Maestro is kicking our asses gracefully all the while wearing a gritty, but relaxed smile, like one that follows the first slug taken straight from a bottle of properly aged Chianti. For his efforts, one expects applause and laughter at each moment it is clear that our heads have been gently coaxed from their collective rectal confines. Ultimately, that will be for our audience to determine. Until then, as our reward for the hard work hill we still have left to climb, we shall savor the memory of this past Sunday when we took a break from rehearsal to enjoy the excellent marriage of fine wine and Gian’s homemade risotto.
If you have a passion for Commedia dell'Arte, then as a performer it’s like riding a bicycle, you never quite forget how. That statement does nothing to account for the shape of the bicycle when you dig it out of the garage years later, however, or the shape of the rider for that matter. We've had to knock the rust of the frame, tighten the brakes, and true the wheels and then, of course, there is the issue of repairing the bike.
We have just begun our second week of rehearsal with Gian Giacomo, charging toward our opening on Friday like an opposing trench, the machine gun positions manned by our audience. It has been an intense process. Il Maestro is kicking our asses gracefully all the while wearing a gritty, but relaxed smile, like one that follows the first slug taken straight from a bottle of properly aged Chianti. For his efforts, one expects applause and laughter at each moment it is clear that our heads have been gently coaxed from their collective rectal confines. Ultimately, that will be for our audience to determine. Until then, as our reward for the hard work hill we still have left to climb, we shall savor the memory of this past Sunday when we took a break from rehearsal to enjoy the excellent marriage of fine wine and Gian’s homemade risotto.
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