So, yeah, I've been away a while. All is well.
Just wrapped "The Cherry Orchard" at WSC; billed as the last performance at Clark St, it more than likely won't be. The bank that was financing the redevelopment of the area went bust, and the Arlington Arts Council's budget was slashed. The vote is coming soon on the proposed renovation of the empty former Newseum space in Rosslyn which would potentially be WSC's new home. WSC's Board is resolute and our fingers are crossed, but I fear at least one more sweltering summer and frosty winter in the warehouse.
Since April '07 I've done seven productions, of which six were at Clark Street, and I feel like the directions from my house to there is now encoded in my midbrain. I accepted a role in American Century's "Native Son," and I hope I don't forget not to drive out to Crystal City.
Early in the Cherry Orchard rehearsal process, the cast and crew went up to NYC to see the "The Seagull" on Broadway. I doubt I'll see a better production of a Chekhov play in my lifetime. It was also my first time back in the Big Apple since I moved out in May '04, and I forgot what an energizing experience it is. I'm beginning to hear the siren call, and it's tempting. I'm going back March 2-8 with Al, to see more shows. I'm dragging him to Uncle Vanya (directed by Austin Pendleton, my old acting teacher), and he's dragging me to see Billy Elliott. He'll be working the Chelsea Art Fair while I go off to see the Bridge Project's production of The Cherry Orchard at BAM Harvey (NYC apparently has gone Chekhov crazy).
Oh yeah, Al. Did I mention Al? (sigh)
Went to Leagues. Used my standard monologue, from Pinter's "Silence." I do it well. Arena Stage called, inviting me to participate in their 10-minute student playwriting thing; a potential foot in the door, but my NYC trip made that impossible, alas. Got an upcoming audition for Rorschach's summer season next week. Fingers crossed.