A visit to the Western General
A technically under par show yesterday prompted us to rework some material this morning, in particular the refinement of the overt physical sections, including ‘Fight 2’ and the addressing of our naked scenes, in danger of getting a bit safe.
‘Fight 2’ involves an approach, a slap, a push and a restraint, ending with a yield. But I sensed a predictability setting in, so I engineered the inclusion of a retreat and a grab after the approach – adding jeopardy and hopefully surprise to the slap.
We rehearsed it up a couple of times, but knew we wouldn’t be able to pull it off fully energised until the showtime itself.
Come 3pm and the show is firing on all cylinders. Our improvements seemed to be bedding in nicely and the more brazen displays of flesh are helping to enforce the characters’ honesties and vulnerabilities, not to mention creating bolder stage pictures.
Come the final exchange we positioned ourselves ready for ‘Fight 2’. I make my approach, Steph retreats, I grab her trailing arm and she swings round, giving me an almighty belt (the move formerly known as slap). It is brilliant. The atmosphere feels electric… or is that just the blood rushing to my head? I know in that instant that my eardrum has burst. The shock, together with the adrenaline rush makes for a pretty animal response from me…powerful…and real.
I knew my ear had perforated because exactly the same thing happened when performing Class Enemy at The Dukes Playhouse in the summer of 1985. Iron, played by Andy Serkis, was about to start wrecking the joint, hurling school desks around the reinforced set, but first he warmed up by hitting his irritant punk lapdog Nipper (played by me). As with today’s episode, I’d encouraged him to hit me harder – resulting in a minor perforation, which messed up my hearing for several days.
Today’s celebrity perpetrator, Stephanie Day,
will be one to look out for in the future. Whether treading the boards of the National, or winning bare-knuckle fights in the back rooms of Deptford boozers. The clinician at the Western General Hospital said he’s never seen a rupture quite like it. The drum-skin torn and separated out from top to bottom. Unsurprisingly my hearing in the left ear is impaired somewhat and will remain so for a good while longer. But there’s not much treatment possible. It’ll just have to heal itself. Hopefully.
I’ve been bumping into friends since I got here. Lancaster Uni pals Richard Blanco and Lucy Briers are here and the Stan’s Cafe crew arrive in town tomorrow. More on the way next week.
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a first review
While we were twiddling our thumbs and biting our nails waiting for the Baptist Times to go to press, The EdinburghGuide.com snuck throught in the outside lane to delivered this online review.
Today’s show was rammed full and despite the best efforts of the Pleasance crew at ventilating the space beforehand, the audience had within seconds turned their programmes, origami-like, into a flock of fluttery fans. At Red Shift we are happy to accept fans of any persuasion and there are moves to introduce some air-con, which might make it a little less intense for future audients. Today’s public were composed largely of couples from the ‘Burgh, I suspect; savvy to the 2-for-1 offer and organised enough to have booked early.
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a premiere
Friday. The day of our first performance. I spent the morning extremely agitated, unhelpfully transmitting my nervous energy to the remainder of the company. A gorgeously beautiful day heralded the official start of the Fringe with Pleasance packed with excited punters and leaflet-wielding lovelies, all soaking up the lunchtime rays whilst promoting their shows. But I was in no mood for tittle-tattling the relative merits of one comedy genius in-the-making over another.
Following a repeat of our ‘stretch for Lionel’ session, we made for the venue and braced ourselves for what suddenly became a sold-out premiere. The place was rammed and filthily hot. The temperature not helped by Steph & my collective adrenaline-fuelled frotting under the duvet. In the house to savour the event were three known journalists, and we now wait in fearful expectation for the print to roll out from the holy trinity of reviewers……. from The Stage, The List and … The Baptist Times.
Technically the show went well, but for a curious anomaly in this modest space. The ‘dry’ acoustic has been designed for mic-ed stand-up acts and we will have to work hard to make unamplified voices work – especially once the 80 seats are full.
Feeling mightily relieved to have the first show under our belts.
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A touch of the Lionels
We arrived in Edinburgh sometime last week…..no, er….actually, it was …..last….night.
Jonathan and I shirk the glitz ‘n glamour of the Festival and head home early after a drink with former Red Shift designer Neil Irish. I’m not yet ready to face the hullaballoo. That’s for tomorrow, I concede. Today was technical get-in day at our Pleasance Beside venue (2 portakabins bolted together, then attractively dressed with several hundred glittery toy windmills). After lunch, as our allotted time approached, we managed to cajole the Pleasance tech crew into finding us a warm-up space – in an adjacent theatre, Beyond. While limbering up, throwing some shapes, flexing the epiglottis, a company troop into the auditorium for director’s notes in advance of their own afternoon show. Suddenly I’m conscious of looking like an utter knob, but distracted somewhat by firstly the director’s refrain to his company tantamount to – “Just do it faster!” and secondly by the rich, fruity voice soaring o’er everyone else’s (and everyone’s Elsies) which i soon realise belongs to dance and light entertainment legend Lionel Blair.
I resolve to continue my vocal pirouetting in the stairwell.
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Edinburgh Previews
Coming to the end of our tenure of the rehearsal room at London Bridge, collective anxieties threaten to take the shine off what great work has been achieved in the past fortnight. Then Jonathan stumbles across Lyn Gardner’s Guardian preview online and he and I are bouncing around the space like stupefied teenagers, to the bemusement of the genuinely youthful.
Little knowing there’s a colour photo in the Guardian Guide, I leave a message for the boys, asking them to check the Press. Later a voicemail is returned and I find I’ve been deemed the most embarrassing parent of the year.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2009/aug/01/fall-of-man-edinburgh
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Edinburgh beckons – scarcely, two weeks away.
We have an IKEA bed set up in The Leathermarket rehearsal space; industrial-style practical lamps fixed to the metal-framed headboard. Plastic chairs laid out to remind us of the intense intimacy of the Pleasance ‘Beside’ space that will be home for the duration of the Fringe Festival – a venue more disposed to stand-up than our essentially horizontal meditations.
Despite two days’ highly productive R&D work earlier in the month I started the day uncertain, nervous.
Red Shift’s The Fall of Man weaves passages of Milton’s Paradise Lost (the Temptation, the Fall) into the anatomy of an illicit affair gone wrong. It’s ruthlessly exposing. No therapy here for Lost Love, Guilt, Jealousy or Shame. Just wounds prodded and poked, opened up for scrutiny.
There’s a rich, raw seam of material lurking not far beneath the surface and I’m hacking at it, for better or worse, in the hope that something honest and real comes through. But it’s been emotionally exhausting. I feel bruised…in the way I remember feeling bruised after long night-time arguments with lover, long ago.
The actor-me considers the fact that I’m not mediating sufficiently (the benefit of characterising ‘outside of oneself’), but I’m sure that once we’ve nailed the parameters of the content and once I’ve unraveled my innards on the rehearsal room floor, a Peter will emerge, reconstructed, out of the wreckage.
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Cropped
First crops from my pathetic attempts to administer cultivation on the Bournville allotment.
So scarcely have I been able to get up there I’m faintly embarrassed about putting in an appearance lest I be spotted and chased with pitchforks.
While working with Talking Birds on the site-specific ‘Solid Blue’ show in 2002 – made for Coventry’s remarkable Whitefriars Monastery building (or at least the impressive remaining fragment of it), Janet gave me a few seedlings from her batch of Salad Blue potatoes. The variety were developed in Scotland apparently, at the beginning of the last century. The descendants of those first seedlings were plucked free of the worms last week.
The dig/weed/scythe session was itself cut short when allotment-partner Lisa tripped on a dodgy pathway, wrenched a ligament and was rendered untimely cropped. While we battled the hoards at Selly Oak A&E, the vegetable matter made vengeance on us with unfettered growth – to the chagrin of the neighbours, no doubt.
Ps. Salad Blues are not that great for salads. They mash well, though, and are good to have around for conversation.
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Pilot night
Last thursday, 2nd July, the latest Pilot Night was hosted at the A.E.Harris space and there was palpable excitement. The presented work was challenging, bold, varied and often entertaining. Too rarely is there a sense of collective pride about what can be achieved on the West Mids Arts scene, but here – assisted enormously by the 4-day residential get-in together with James’s lunches by all accounts – there was a real whiff about what this ‘space’ is and can be.
From early days, Stan’s Cafe had aspired to occupy a space which could serve as a hub of creativity, with a community of artists passing through, sharing ideas and skills. Though Stan has had a number of homes since then, (including the brilliant, rough-hewn industrial fridge/oven on New Canal Street – demolished by the Council 5 years ago to make way for…. nothing), the A.E.Harris building is as close a realisation to that original idea yet.
The factory now feels animated – charged with the presence of working and playing bodies. Whilst production in the remainder of the A.E.Harris (a components pressings factory, mainly serving the motor industry) has sadly declined in recent times, there is a sense in this part of the building at least that things are still being made and that innovation is back in the heart of the manufactory.
Nine works-in-progress were made in the preceding week and presented in different corners of the building. The site-specific brief allowed artists the opportunities to explore not only the fabric of the building itself but a dynamic interactivity with audience members. A characteristic of many younger companies in the West Midlands – including The Other Way Works, Kindle Theatre, Needless Allies, New Macho (all presenting at Pilot – not to mention the older generation of companies like Talking Birds, Stan’s Cafe or Foursight), is that active engagement between performer and audience is more often than not a given. Conventional 4th wall staging has become if not obsolete then a rarity. Consequently, the end-on configuration of the Custard Factory Theatre now feels an inadequate resource for Pilot, which has been hosted there for several years.
It’s no accident that there’s been a growth of interest in work outside of theatre institutions. Venues have felt the pinch in terms of programming budgets; audiences for theatre have been dropping. It has become difficult to get a gig in an arts centre or a theatre, a nightmare to try to book a decent tour. Questions about ‘contextualisation’ and ‘community’ are asked where not before. In the light of this, it is logical that theatre-makers place the frames of ‘context’ and ‘community’ closely in their sights when starting the process. ie. The location and the audience have become more instrumental factors.
In a discussion at Red Shift earlier this week, I ruminated on the fact that practically every performance I’ve done in the past few years has been contextualised within a ‘Festival’ packaging. Has the age of the rolling theatre programme gone? – for independent touring companies at least.
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I’m in the Band
You know when you’ve made it, when, whilst checking flight-cases into the Oversized Baggage desk at BHX, there’s a whisper behind you. “They’re a band,” a guy tells his girlfriend. And you know what? For once we are. The exotic range of hair & beard gives the game away.
Touring ‘Voodoo City’ with Stan’s Cafe back in ’95, we were checking out of a Nottingham Hotel when a receptionist stopped me and asked if we were Radiohead. I was carrying a small combo amp at the time and had no idea who Radiohead were (the band were staying in the same hotel that night).
Now, I am in the Band. The Modified Toy Orchestra arrived in the picturesque town of Fribourg, Switzerland yesterday evening. Later tonight I play my debut gig in the medieval Bastion of the Belluard. I’d better sort my hair out….
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