Showing posts with label Meet Me in St. Louis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meet Me in St. Louis. Show all posts

Monday, August 9, 2010

Until next summer...

As usual, the craziness that is Pineda Summer Conservatory overwhelmed all else this July, thus, the silence on my blog. Fear not, sweet ones, I have returned with highlights of this summer’s sweatfest at the CDC theater. There’s definitely some crazy ozone depletion going on since temperatures in the non-air conditioned theater never dipped below a chilly 80 degrees. Choreographer and dance instructor Señor Chris - returning as a permanent member of the Pineda staff - rarely changed t-shirts less than twice a day. Stop with the aerosol cans already, people!

The newly vamped Cabaret Night aka Walking On Sunshine went off splendidly. Our own Frankie and Annette, Chris (choreographer/co-director) and Trish (musical director/co-director), spun a modern day Beach Blanket Bingo theme around the talents of our high school campers. This year we upped (read: added) production values with full set, props and even - gasp! - costume changes.

No doubt I’d have enjoyed this year’s Pineda Idol had I not been frantically painting a trolley car behind the second black traveler while our contestants warbled away. I did, however, get to hear all the wonderful talent as well as the wise and sometimes odd comments of judges Señor Chris, Jaygee (my lovely Kim from Seaside’s Miss Saigon) and Lori (last summer’s zany middle school dance instructor visiting from her new home, Italy!). I do hope Jaygee got her shoes back after excitedly hurling them at our wide-eyed contestants. And I hope they were flats, as a spiked-heel to the forehead is not a sexy look. I know that from experience. Don’t ask.

Starlight Theatre’s (our elementary school program) production of Disney’s Aladdin upped the “awww” factor with the young’ens strutting their stuff Arabian style. How could one not get teary-eyed watching two ten-year-olds awkwardly fall in love to the strains of “A Whole New World”? Of course, that’s only when the young Aladdin manages to stay awake during his princess’s verse. I kid you not. I know, they’re young and it’s really hot in that theatre, but it’s still amusing.

Our middle-schoolers got all hormonal with this year’s production of 13. Full of backstabbing, sexual politics, boy-on-boy kissing, drinking, bar mitzvahs and cheerleading (sounds like my trip to Fire Island last weekend), the Pinedas once again proved they are moral pillars of the community. Seriously, though, if this is an accurate depiction of the lives of today’s 13 year olds, what they hell are they gonna’ be up to when they’re 18?

Finally, we ended the summer with a gorgeous - if I do say so myself - production of Meet Me in St. Louis which I choreographed with Señor Chris' assistance. It's amazing the quality of work you can produce under panic conditions.  All in all, the trolley trauma proved worth the hassle. The act one closing tableau will surely grace our literature for years to come. And I only had to lose my sh*t once during tech week. Honestly, is it that difficult to learn ones lines after having ones script for six weeks? Back in Colonial times when I was doing summer stock with a young John Wilkes Booth, we’d have cranked out five fully staged productions in that same time frame. So much for work ethic. Oh well, according to 13, teens these days are too busy drinking and fornicating to concentrate on the trivialities of discipline and responsibility. Kidding. Not. Oh, and I also want to give a shout out to Michael Miguel and Deanna Killmer for helping our teens perfect their gorgeous period 'dos. Holla!

So there you have it. Six weeks, four full productions and four very exhausted Pinedas (plus Señor Chris, Chris Grimm and Mr. B - our newest staff addition at the piano). It’s going to take at least until next summer for us to recover, but those March auditions always seem to creep up on us so quickly. And no, we do not know what shows we are producing next year, so don’t ask until at least December.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Happy belated Pride...

Instead of prancing about in daisy dukes and skintight tank, I spent my Pride weekend sweating it out in a theater detail-painting a trolley car. Which, when you think about it, is pretty gay, too. Most of the set for Meet Me In St. Louis, this year’s high school show for our Conservatory kids, is already completed. We’ve decided to try and minimize our late nights at the theater this summer and actually pre-build the set. Thankfully, there’s not much major construction for this one, unlike that behemoth Les Mis barricade. Who’d have thought a pile of junk would be so difficult to construct?

We start rehearsing MMSL today, but sadly, I will not be able to join the cast for today’s 95-degree scorcher in the un-air-conditioned CDC theater. Am I disappointed? As Whitney circa 2000 would mutter while wiping the crack sweat from her brow - hells to the no! Instead, I will be luxuriating in the cool comfort of my 36th floor desk overlooking Times Square. Ah, the corporate life. But come July 12, my fat ass - or as we assistants have affectionately termed it, “banker butt” - will be sweating with the youngsters for three weeks of “Banjo”-ing (perhaps one of the stupidest songs ever written for a musical - up there with the “Garlic” song from Dance of the Vampires).
I mean, it’s not even a real historical dance. And let me tell you, I’ve researched the dances of the period to get some choreographic inspiration and they are not exactly musical theater friendly. The cake-walk? The two-step? They all look rather silly. We’re going to have to push to the more exciting, though historically inaccurate, Jitterbug / Charleston. Oh well, it’s high school summer theater, so I’m not going to kill myself over it. I’m already forced to include a Waltz and a Square Dance. Have you ever tried to teach 14-year-old boys how to Waltz? Not pretty.

Coming up - our second annual July 4th weekend in DC at the lovely Omni Shoreham.  Frozen drinks and fried food poolside, here I come!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Rehearsals and Auditions

It’s been a crazy month so far with rehearsals and meetings in full swing for The Wedding Singer and auditions for Meet Me in St. Louis stacked on top of it all. I’ve mostly only praise for my great Wedding Singer cast - no complaints from me as far as talent. Honestly, the cast is as talented - in some cases, more talented - than many “professional” companies I’ve worked with. My only real point of contention is rehearsal attendance. I know, it’s community theatre and people have lives and blah, blah, blah. Um, hello? I have a life, too. A very full one, thank you very much, and my tired ass is at every friggin’ rehearsal. I’m sure I have the biggest commute of anyone - two boroughs, two states and two rivers! My Tuesday evening commute to the theatre and back to Queens is longer than the actual rehearsal! Sorry, I don’t mean to yell. I guess I just have to accept rotating absences as par for the course. It’s how community theatre works and I just have to get used to it (insert long sigh here). But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Rant over.

Even though The Wedding Singer process is turning into one long game of “guess-who’s-coming-to-rehearsal?”, the show itself is really starting to shape up. I mean, I can only guess the opening number will look spectacular, as I’ve never actually seen it performed with the full cast at any given run (I know, I’m such a bitch). That said, it will be a great show. I mean, an 80’s period musical is inherently funny - parachute pants, the “Roger Rabbit,” mullets (see pic above) and jelly shoes? How can it not be hilarious?

As far as Meet Me in St. Louis auditions, it’s going to be a crap shoot. Unlike other years where there have been some obvious front-runners, this year’s group looks to be on equal footing. Granted, we’ve only auditioned half the group and callbacks are always full of (good and bad) surprises. Thankfully, MMISL is not a dance heavy show. And by the looks of our dance callbacks, that is a very good thing. For you mothers that read this blog, don’t get your panties all up in a twist. There are some excellent dancers amongst this year’s high schoolers. All I’m saying is that a full company dream ballet with this group would not be pretty.
"I'd rather be nine people's favorite thing thana hundred people's ninth favorite thing."

Jeff Bowen, Lyrics "[Title of Show]"