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I Love Theatre

28 Sep

comedy & tragedyWe went to see RENT yesterday at the Harbor Playhouse. It is so exciting to see Executive Director Joel Earley and the playhouse’s Board of Directors reaching beyond the traditional and expected productions to bring some challenging pieces to this area. This season’s showcase has challenged not only the talent pool to dig deeper and raise the production quality but has also challenged the audiences to broaden their experience of community theater.

“Taming of the Shrew” set in the 1920s stretched the audience’s expectations of how Shakespeare should be presented. Del Mar Colleges’, Carl Yowell so easily transforms these traditional pieces creating work that is accessible to so many who may be unfamiliar with classical theatre.  The community’s talent pulled off “CATS” to everyone’s surprise by successfully collaborating with dance studio talent and adding a backstage chorus. That’s not to say that the stage performers could not sing. Most of them did and beautifully too. But the supporting chorus broadened the sound and was a good choice. “RENT” asked a South Texas audience to open their hearts and minds to a cast of gays, lesbians, junkies and homeless living with HIV and AIDS. This was a risk but I believe the risk was less because of the topic and more because of the depth the performers needed to have in order to pull off the demanding roles. They did a good job. “Seussical” was fun and silly and perfect for getting little ones into the seats. Bravo! And for those unfamiliar with Sondheim and his stage of quirky couples playing match-maker to their only single friend, Bobby, in “Company” there might have been some confusion. But that’s Sondheim for you and this was a solid cast who brought a great evening of theatre to our small region. “Children of a Lesser God” posed more questions than provided answers for people unfamiliar with Deaf culture and language. And on a personal note, YAY! To participate in this piece was such a thrill and I hope to write about it at another time.

Theater is that great gift where we can observe the human condition in all its forms and find various ways to respond to it. To explore how we interact as people, cultures, countries and perhaps find solutions. For me, to really experience theater is to be truly open to the gift of being thrilled, moved, maddened, enlightened, saddened, transfixed, excited, transformed, convicted, convinced, freed, captured, swayed, pushed, crushed, uplifted and on and on. I simply LOVE theatre. I appreciate all the work that’s involved with producing a piece – not just the acting but the technical vision and production too the lights, sounds and smells. And when it is done well, when it all comes together, I FEEL everything the characters feel, what they describe, what they show me and when it is done poorly I am so disappointed – well frankly, I’m mad pissed off. That’s why I’m so pleased to report that attending these Harbor Playhouse shows of late has not been a disappointment.

Note to all actors: I can be your best audience member, truly. I am happy and ready to go there with you. I’m one that wants you to do well for when you do, I’m transported too. So please study hard, dig deep, do your part and do it well. I want to be moved – move me for I simply adore the theatre. Thank you!

 
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The Bus Driver & Ducks

26 Sep

In his “retirement”, my father is driving a school bus for the Corpus Christi Independent busSchool District. He’s been doing so now for three years referring to himself as Captain of Starship 13, 16 or 11 (whatever bus number he’s assigned for the year). Perhaps an initial attempt to endear himself to the elementary students specifically, the Captain routine, however, has won over even the high school gang members who’ve come to acknowledge him with a soft chunk to the shoulder.

His routine includes shuttling passengers of all ages, K-12, morning and afternoon from all sides of town. The first year he drove students that had been kicked off their main campuses for a variety of infractions and sent to attend classes at the Student Learning and Guidance Center (SLGC). He hauls elementary students who believe Starship 16 is their personal playground or hormonally enraged middle and high schoolers simultaneously talking without volume control. Rival gang members, BFFs resistant to assigned seats, foul mouthed third graders and kids that remember the Captain among their holiday card giving, he knows who each and everyone is and greets them ALL by name.

The “unseen driver”, Dad learns the lives of his frequent fliers much like car pooling parents find out all the latest teen gossip. It was in his first year driving that he learned about our local ‘couch surfing’ students. Unlike those ‘surfers’ who inexpensively travel the world by staying on the couches of website registered hosts, the CCISD couch surfer is the student living off the generosity of friends or relatives who provide a place to periodically lay their head for the night. Homeless? Some. But more often they come from broken homes to which they are unable or unwilling to return.

He shared the story of one boy, Mario*, who is frequently unable to go home. His mother gives him money to leave so he’s not home at night. With it, he plies himself with food, alcohol and drugs; miraculously managing to arrive at the SLGC bus stop the next morning. Tired, stoned, disheveled but he’s still there. Somehow his mother believes this is taking care of her son; for running  the streets and/or crashing on a friend’s couch is apparently better than being at home where the risk of his step-father beating the crap out of him is far worse.

Dad isn’t driving the SLGC students this year.

One of the nicest parts of his new route includes passing every morning a parking lot where a hundred or so ducks and geese gather waiting for someone to feed them. Dad thought my boys (BigGEE & LilGEE) would like to help him and my mother feed the birds one weekend morning. So today he and my mom took the kids to visit the feathery friends.

The only experience my kiddos have at feeding animals is the inadvertent dropping of crumbs from the dinner table or the occasional trip to the back of the house to drop dry food for the dogs. Knowing that the birds in such numbers can become aggressive when feeding, Dad encouraged the boys to throw the bread away from where they stood. But BigGEE seemed hesitant. My mother encouraged him again to toss those crumbs way out there to which he replied, “I’m looking for the ones that don’t have any.”

When I heard the account, I was struck with 1) What a sweet boy! and then 2) How many of us take the time to scan the crowd of eager takers to find those who may really need a little extra help? Someone like Mario or perhaps a bus driver

Would that we were we all filled with the willingness and grace to just be on the lookout. . .

*Mario is not the real name of this student.