Things That Rock
Mar. 21st, 2008 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikI've had a fun couple of days! On Tuesday I went down to the Roxbury to watch an improv comedy show and discuss plans for a theatresports group with TROUTS people. Why is our drama club named after a fish? I don't know, maybe they wanted to upstage NUTS and SUDS in the Weird Acronym Olympics. Anyway, Full Body Contact No Love Tennis was absolutely hilarious, and made me really miss theatresports so I hope our thing works out. Also I finally made friends with some drama kids - now THERE'S my kind of people. On our way out we were accosted by a refugee from a costume party who demanded alcohol in honour of her twentieth birthday. We coughed up twenty cents and a pat on the back.
Wednesday was the semifinals of Scream(!), a rock band competition in which Alex B is kicking ass. Her competition included her boyfriend's band (who were decent aside from me being completely unable to hear their lyrics), a band whose lyrics made me wish I couldn't hear them, a band whose lead singer attempted Stage Antics but succeeded only in waving her hair up and down rhythmically, and a band whose songs consisted entirely of guitar solo. At that point I had to leave because my lift to Bexley (wherever the fuck that is) had a ten year old in the car and thus couldn't stay for the whole show. But I got to see Alex's band, Talkbox, which was sort of the point of the whole endeavor. They're actually pretty good, and will be in the Grand Finals in a few weeks.
And finally tonight (well, last night, as it's sort of two in the morning again) I went to the TROUTS auditions for Signal Driver, an existentialist sort of Aussie play for which I intend to crew (because I probably shouldn't take on the responsibility of acting in first semester, for one thing they expect you to show up to all the rehearsals). We get to paint a giant bus shelter! Henrietta and I both put our names down for art direction and/or general set/props work, although the director intimated that crew may get drafted onstage in the event of a critical dero shortage in the second half.
Exciting stuff! Also I've been experimenting further with the eyeliner, but that's photographs for another post.
Wednesday was the semifinals of Scream(!), a rock band competition in which Alex B is kicking ass. Her competition included her boyfriend's band (who were decent aside from me being completely unable to hear their lyrics), a band whose lyrics made me wish I couldn't hear them, a band whose lead singer attempted Stage Antics but succeeded only in waving her hair up and down rhythmically, and a band whose songs consisted entirely of guitar solo. At that point I had to leave because my lift to Bexley (wherever the fuck that is) had a ten year old in the car and thus couldn't stay for the whole show. But I got to see Alex's band, Talkbox, which was sort of the point of the whole endeavor. They're actually pretty good, and will be in the Grand Finals in a few weeks.
And finally tonight (well, last night, as it's sort of two in the morning again) I went to the TROUTS auditions for Signal Driver, an existentialist sort of Aussie play for which I intend to crew (because I probably shouldn't take on the responsibility of acting in first semester, for one thing they expect you to show up to all the rehearsals). We get to paint a giant bus shelter! Henrietta and I both put our names down for art direction and/or general set/props work, although the director intimated that crew may get drafted onstage in the event of a critical dero shortage in the second half.
Exciting stuff! Also I've been experimenting further with the eyeliner, but that's photographs for another post.
