On our lips
Good gravy; four hours of band rehearsal today. I am swirling around in the maelstrom of "The Sorcerer's Apprentice", a mere bit of flotsam, about the size of a B-flat clarinet reed...
We savored what we could of the remains of the afternoon, then went off to the theater with a fellow band member to see what proved to be an absofuckinglutely brilliant version of Moliere's "A Doctor in Spite of Himself." It is difficult to describe the hilarity and bizarreness; it was in the Commedia Delle Arte tradition, but no aggravating rhymed couplets, rather a stream, blast, explosion of silliness and wit. With two wonderful musicians, two men playing trombone, tuba, clarinet, drums, accordian, assorted sound effect thingamawhatsits, on a set which started out looking like a Surrealist landscape of nothingness and became all things to all players.
I'd see it again.
We savored what we could of the remains of the afternoon, then went off to the theater with a fellow band member to see what proved to be an absofuckinglutely brilliant version of Moliere's "A Doctor in Spite of Himself." It is difficult to describe the hilarity and bizarreness; it was in the Commedia Delle Arte tradition, but no aggravating rhymed couplets, rather a stream, blast, explosion of silliness and wit. With two wonderful musicians, two men playing trombone, tuba, clarinet, drums, accordian, assorted sound effect thingamawhatsits, on a set which started out looking like a Surrealist landscape of nothingness and became all things to all players.
I'd see it again.
posted by isabelita at 10:32 PM
3 Comments:
Life is short and must be filled with many moments like this!
That's quite a review, isabelita! Sounds like a grand time.
It was so much fun!
Say, tara, I seem to be blocked from your blog... what gives?
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