The Fall 2001
BETHLEHEM PA September
30, 2001
I can't quite
believe that it's nearly three weeks since the attack on the WTC.
The images are so fresh as there has been a constant stream on
the US networks. But three weeks it is, in which time we have
had to force ourselves into getting on two plays and say goodbye
to another. Much Ado has transferred to the Manhattan Ensemble
Theater which is uncomfortably close to Ground Zero. Nate and
I aren't in the show of course, but we had a rehearsal there.
It put Bleeker St to shame. Everything was shining and new. Wooden
sprung floors, white washed walls. A beautiful auditorium with
150 seats; a rehearsal room in the basement. Everything sparkling
and looking like new. We wandered around as if we had arrived
in the land of OZ. Outside the air was full of the smoke and dust.
Lori came
over as she was given compassionate leave by Mama Mia and I took
her down to the barriers. The smoke was still rising eerily lit
by the arc lights… we ate at one of the local restaurants… the
businesses down there of course have all been suffering. We were
seated next to some Red Cross workers. One of them choked on something
and had trouble breathing. 911 were called and a big fire truck
pulled up within five minutes… the firefighters and police are
the new heroes over here. The firefighters especially took devastating
losses in the attack. Everyone has been traumatized by this event,
but when it's on your own doorstep it has a more powerful effect
I think. The company struggled through the last shows in Bleeker
St as if in a dream. The mayor had asked us to go on and it seemed
the best thing to do in the circumstances, but we were incredibly
sensitive to anything that might relate in any way to the disaster.
The bomb which is seen at the beginning of the show was cut… and
we winced when we had to pretend to be buzzed by media helicopters…
and Beatrice's line when she cries "Kill Claudio" - usually greeted
with huge laughter was received in silence. It was a relief therefore
to let Much Ado go and concentrate on Prospero and the Iliad.
I had been working ridiculously hard over the last six weeks -
rehearsing and performing. The disruptions in the rehearsals,
the transfer to another theatre and then the disaster meant that
the Tempest hadn't really got the rehearsal it should have had;
I also had to keep going through it every day just to keep Prospero
in my head as there were some weeks when we may only touch it
for a couple of days while we worked on the Iliad. However the
work was something of a comfort as it got us away from the television
and media coverage. Security was very tight of course at the Lincoln
Center because it's a landmark, and there was just downright paranoia
and panic in the first week after the 11th. Bomb scares were common
as were reports of trucks being stolen in a specific plan to infect
the NY water supply… or something like that! The city was and
is in great pain and is frankly in a state of deep trauma. Patriotism
flooded on to the streets. People started wearing flags - on sweaters,
trousers, on their heads… but at the moment there is no joy in
the faces… everyone realizes that a shift is happening and that
life is never going to be quite the same again.
And so back
to the Tempest… I'm writing this in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. The
first thing I noticed when I arrived was the smell… or rather
lack of it… The air was fresh. The air in New York was stifling
and filled with smog. But here you can breathe.
We managed
to tech the first half on our first day, but when we did our first
public show to a bunch of high school kids at ten o'clock in the
morning we had to do the second act blind… sound and lights all
wondering what was going to happen next. It went surprisingly
well In fact a lot less changes were made to the shape of the
piece than I thought… unlike Much Ado… and so I was able to concentrate
more or less on Prospero himself. We tech'd the rest of Act 2
that day and yesterday came in to do a dress rehearsal before
our opening night. The dress went well except for a slight difference
of opinion and a little confusion. But eventually light was shed
on the confusion and we could prepare for the small matter of
an opening night.
We had a good
crowd of 600 people, and the show went pretty well as far as I
could judge. I had a slight scary moment in the very long exposition
scene when I thought I had jumped some dialogue… I hadn't, but
it made my energy slightly manic for the rest of the act… which
actually wasn't a bad thing. Everything went well until the curtain
call… we were supposed to take three bows, going off and on after
each one and on the last bow we were to clap the audience. Unfortunately
one or two of the company clapped after the first one… this our
lighting man took as the cue to bring up the house lights… which
meant when we came out for the second bow, the audience was lit
and we were in darkness. Peter not impressed.
17th October
Philadelphia
Back in Philly…
well not quite. We seem to have landed in a car park on the outskirts
of the city and since we have a 10'oclock show tomorrow, I think
I'm going to stay in and catch up with correspondence and emails.
Will probably venture out later to find a Philly Cheese steak.
We have now just about settled down in the tour. Peter and Robert
have left us alone more or less for a week or so, and so we have
been able to go out and discover the plays without discrimination.
The Wrath of Achilles is a good contrast to the Tempest. It is
books 16 - 19 of The Iliad and is about 1 hour 15mins. It's also
very much an ensemble piece. It carries on from the production
Aquila mounted before and is once again set in WWll. All very
apposite for these turbulent times. I play the only man who isn't
carrying full battle-kit as I'm supposed to be representing fate
and death… I think! Lindsay Rae is playing the girl and is supposed
to represent innocence… I was most put out when someone said they
thought I was supposed to be her father. Achilles looks very impressive
with Peter's trademark side-lighting. He never uses the front
lights… good for the movement… a nightmare to act in!! Nate Flowers
left us for a little while to marry the beautiful Missy. I have
never seen a man so happy as he was. He certainly didn't know
what planet he was on in the build-up to the big day. The plays
were the last thing on his mind. And when he came back with Missy,
they radiated happiness. It was a beautiful and moving sight to
see.
The Tempest
is now settling down and has been received very well. I don't
know if what I'm doing is complete crap or not… but I know he
is a difficult man to get right… finding the balance between his
bad temperedness and his heart is hard work.
Lori came over
to join me in Burlington Vermont. It is now confirmed that she
is coming to the States to join the national tour of Mama Mia.
So it looks like I might be here for a little while longer. I
am very pleased for her. I'm sure it's the start of something
really good for her. She has to join the company in Minneapolis
through December and then on to Detroit through January -two of
the coldest places in the States. I think the time is right for
her to come back. She's been in Europe for over 10 years.
Vermont in
the fall is very special. The foliage… the foliage… all-afire
with orange, gold and red. On our way up in the van, Nate Terracio
narrowly avoided a bad accident as the traffic stopped dead in
front of us. Someone had dropped something into the fast lane
and a police car was busy trying to retrieve it. Nate slammed
on the brakes and we veered across to the middle lane narrowly
missing the car in front - with the lorry behind us narrowly missing
us. We instantly decided it was a good time for a pee break. Then
later in the journey, coming down one of the mountains, the left
rear tire blew out. It only took half an hour for 8 testosterone-fuelled
actors to work out how to put on the spare. I was quite nervous
for the Sunday three o'clock show in Burlington. Lori was seeing
it for the first time and it had been over a week since I had
last performed it. The day was a beautiful October fall day and
I had expected to see a couple of hundred people out front, so
I was a little shocked to see the theater was full and over 1000
people had turned up… but it all seemed to go down very well and
we received a standing ovation at the end.
After the
10 o'clock show the next day, Lori and I hired a car and drove
back through Vermont catching the ferry across lake Champion.
I had expected a bustling town surrounding it, but the most gorgeous
scenery out in the middle of nowhere surrounded it. Three other
cars joined us on the ferry over and the beautiful landscape continued
for the next 5 hours as we made out way down through Vermont and
NY State. It gave me some idea of just how vast the wilderness
is over here. It was a bit of a shock to come back to New Jersey.
I did some driving, as well, which was fun. I'm going to have
pass my test over here because outside of New York it seems you
can't get anywhere without a car. So as the anthrax scares and
paranoia continues it is a relief to be heading down south and
towards some of the smaller cities.
October 24th
Raleigh NC
Miss England
a lot at the moment, but I think this is because I now realize
that I am going to be here for a little while. I am hoping that
after the Spring tour that they'll bring The Tempest into New
York for the Summer. Then when that's finished I can go and join
Lori in San Francisco and LA and launch my film career. Wish I
could do all this in the UK, but apparently it's meant to be here
first... and even though it's scary, I am reassured by an overwhelming
feeling that, for some reason, I'm supposed to be here. I don't
know if any place in the US is anthrax free or at least free of
the fear of Anthrax. I am enjoying three days off in Raleigh,
North Carolina.
We are now
in the South and everyone seems to have come straight out of a
Tennessee Williams' play. The weather is absolutely gorgeous...
80 degrees, bright sunshine and no humidity. Played a beautiful
course yesterday with my fellow English actor, Mark. It was very
daunting... like Augusta... with trees everywhere and lots of
water. We were teamed up with two good 'ol boys - Reece and Bob..
retired southern gentleman who seemed very amused by their English
partners attempts at playing their course. We luckily managed
to play a few good shots on the way.
The plays are
getting easier, but we still have gaps of days between them because
of the scheduling. I feel very secure with The Tempest... and
feel I'm just beginning to make some headway. It's such a gift
to be given one of these great parts... I always feel the spirits
of all the other actors who have attempted Prospero, whispering
in my ear, urging me on. The audiences are appreciative, but may
be not the most knowledgeable. The standard of theatre they usually
get isn't particularly high, so we do regularly receive some standing
ovations. I have softened the our revels speech... and now no
longer have a fit...!! All of us are getting on, although I am
shocked sometimes when I realize that I'm thirteen years older
than the next eldest and on average 18 years older than the rest
of them. The best thing is not having to share a room. I have
the last leading actor to thank for this. I hugely enjoy being
on my own and love the space and the comfort. I have grown a beard
again. I was rather alarmed to see a lot more grey in it this
time as well as rather perversely some copper coloring!! ... the
same as my brother, Robin's... strange!!
Very interesting
to be around these American campuses. It just takes me back to
WAOVW all over again... you can see why it would drive Martha
and George to drink. I have taken one Shakespeare masterclass
which was okay. I started out with an enormous hangover which
didn't help. Luckily there are lots of keen young actors in our
merry troupe who jump at teaching... we do three: General theatre,
Physical theatre and Shakespeare... so I shouldn't have to go
through too much agony unless it's a Shakespeare class; then I'll
be called upon again. My daughter Sam is on a drama course at
Lewisham College where I stood in to do some teaching and to which
it was suggested by a friend of mine that she should audition.
I will be forever grateful. My daughter is now an actress... at
least has declared that is what she is going to do. I had an unreal
telephone conversation with her about character study on the phone.
"I was in the hotseat dad and I just lost myself in the character!!"
She loves the course at Lewisham. They went to the Young Vic and
saw something and then had a workshop with the company. Apparently
she's reverted back to being a 16 year old... wearing little make-up
and letting her natural hair color shine through again. "Two boys
said they fancied me and I told them I couldn't possibly get involved
with someone I worked with!" This she told me with a slight edge
in the voice as if to say that her father should have heeded this
sound maxim! Pause for heavy sigh.... And as Prospero says...
so, so, so.
As a group
we all went to see From Hell with Johnny Depp and Robbie Coltrane
and Ian Holm. Hadn't been to the cinema for a while and we really
enjoyed it. I thought Johnny Depp's cockney accent was excellent.
Everyone highly amused when in one scene he cries: "Out of my
way, you cunts!" As it reminded us of our own much quoted producer.
Enjoying reading Lord of the Rings again... before the film comes
out and ruins it for good.... It seems very strange not be at
Leicester this year. I've been going there every year for seven
years. And I miss it!!!
October 27th
Alabama
We had a great
Tempest in Raleigh. It was an interesting space… not as vast as
a lot of them… it had two vomitoriums and the stage was surrounded
on three sides. We decided to use the voms straight away for some
entrances, and it just seemed to give an extra fizz to the show…
especially for my first entrance which I'm still unhappy with;
usually I just stand upstage center and wait for Miranda to finish
her speech… but it just feels wrong. Anyway we were still overcome
when at the end of the play the audience as one sprang to their
feet. An hour before the show I had to give a reshow talk to 100
elementary teachers. I was nervous to say the least, so I took
David Delgrosso along with me who is perhaps the most articulate
of the company, and prepared to leave at a moment's notice on
the pretext of having the show to do and needing the time to prepare.
However I found myself chatting away quite happily for at least
20 mins before I handed over to David who by this time was chomping
at the bit. I'm doing another one on Monday and I think it's probably
good for me to do them as I'm not the most outgoing of people.
I have now made my plans for December. I will fly back to England
at the end of November and have a mad two weeks catching up with
family and friends, and then will fly back to the States and straight
up to Minneapolis to spend the run-up to Xmas with Lori. We'll
fly back to Jersey for Xmas itself and then my little bro Russ
is coming over for 10 days and Lori flies off to Detroit. It's
strange to think that I probably will be away from England until
June or July of next year after this.
We have had
two weeks of unbroken sunshine. I can't tell you what a difference
that makes to my inner self. It has started to turn a little colder
and they've had snow in the northern states. But for us I the
South, it is very pleasant indeed. The tour goes slightly wacky
at this point as far as the traveling goes, as we travel down
the 700 miles to New Orleans and then travel the same amount up
again to South Carolina before heading down once more to the Florida
Keys. Looking forward to New Orleans. I'm writing this in the
van that has its own time and world. It becomes slightly unreal
as when yesterday you have a nine-hour drive. We spend the time
reading, listening to music, chatting and meditating… and tapping
away on our laptops. Just passed my first cotton field of the
South!
New Orleans
28th October
It is a Sunday
morning, bright and clear with a chilly breeze blowing, but the
temperature is still up near the high sixties and, unusually for
this part of the world, there is no humidity. I am sitting out
on the first floor terrace of the St Vincents Guest House overlooking
its inner courtyard on Magazine Street; about a 25-minute walk
away from the French Quarter. It is a huge and ramshackle old
building that was built as an orphanage in 1861. Although the
facilities are well below what we're used to, it is a relief to
be inside a building of character and away from the endless flow
of Holiday and Hampton Inns. The building was founded by the Daughters
of Charity order of nuns, however much of the funding was provided
by Margaret Haughery. She was an illiterate Irish immigrant to
New Orleans, an orphan herself, who lost her husband and baby
to Yellow Fever here. This seems to have galvanized her into dedicating
the rest of her life for compassionate philanthropic works that
she funded through her very successful baking business. In the
20th century, it was run by the Daughters of Charity as a refuge
for unwed mothers. However in 1901, the city discovered that mosquitoes
were the cause of the summer epidemics of Yellow Fever and malaria
and they paved all the roads and generally tried to eradicate
all the puddles of water in which the mosquitoes bred, which meant
that there was then not enough orphans for St Vincents. It apparently
continued to serve as a refuge for unwed mothers and their children
until the late sixties and the social revolution which rendered
such an establishment obsolete. It then remained empty for a couple
of decades until it was resurrected as the guest house it is today.
I am recovering
from a riotous night spent in the French Quarter and the Halloween
Weekend Parade on Bourbon Street. We started the evening at around
five o'clock and it was in the small hours when I crawled to bed.
This morning I dragged myself across the road to the Café Rue
de la Course. A marvelous establishment for a Sunday and hangovers.
The cafe was dirty brown inside, with paper peeling away from
the walls. Two fans slowly hummed away above my head and eclectic
folk music played in the background. The tables all had reading
lamps, as the building received no sun in the morning. Ashtrays
were on each heavy wooden table, which was refreshing to see in
such an anti-smoking country. As I gulped down the coffee, I watched
a magnificent mixture of interesting people wander in. Each and
every one seemed to be artistic. A very beautiful young English
couple - he is wearing a white shirt and jeans and looking like
Rupert Everett: she dressed as impoverished but hip actress and
looking like a young Helen Mirren. Another couple: he with pink
tinted glasses perched on his head and keeping his long hair from
flopping into his eyes; she with black veil over her head and
huge platform boots. Coffee was massed on the shelves, all in
glass jars. Stacks of papers and magazines were lined below the
counter. It had a European artistic energy flowing through it
and I sipped away at my coffee and people watched quite happily
for an hour and a half.
I've only
performed one Tennessee Williams play and that was at Rada. Vieux
Carre is not one of his better efforts, but it still has some
beautiful language flowing through it. Our production looked gorgeous
and sticks in my memory because the director decided that it would
be a good idea for me to appear naked. I was playing the no-good
bum that seems to be in every Williams' play and in one scene
I was supposed to be attempting a rape at the time. So as soon
as I got off the bed naked and faced Sarah Woodward playing the
Mrs Wire, the landlady, and the audience, dramatic illusion was
instantly shattered. The first time I attempted this was in the
tech rehearsal and I still can hear the sound of running feet
that belonged to the girls in our term scrambling to the auditorium
to get a look. I suppose everyone has an image of New Orleans
and so I was a little nervous whether the illusion would be shattered.
The first thing you notice is that the quarters are under the
shadow of the modern New Orleans; the usual skyscrapers and a
huge indoor stadium with an enormous dome that slides out to let
in the sun. It also has the dubious distinction of being the homicide
capital of the States. However as soon as Mark Pow, Nate and I
had dumped our bags we made our way to the St Charles St Streetcar
- in vain as it turned out as they seemed to be all coming out
of the city. The one car that eventually came our way was packed.
So we hopped into a cab that took us into the heart of Vieux Carre,
the French Quarter. We dived into the first bar we saw on Bourbon
Street and ordered three hurricanes.
The Old Absinthe
was the name of the bar. Its walls were covered in thousands of
business cards; some yellow with age. A fire was roaring away
in the hearth; it being only sixty degrees outside… cold for New
Orleans! Immediately we were befriended by a Tennessee Williams'
look-alike in his later corpulent years. Chris turned to out to
be on vacation and was actually from Orlando. He had startling
golden eyes that were flecked with bloodshot streaks. He said
that although hurricanes were a great drink, hand grenades were
far better and packed more of a punch. He became very excited
when we were told him we were actors.
"Hey, you
look an actor," he said, pointing at me, "but you two don't. thso
you're the lead actor, and you two are thsupporting actorths,
yesth."
He had a pronounced
lisp.
Mark and Nate
laughed politely. " Are you famous? You look famous," he said
pointing at me again.
I replied
that at the moment I was more infamous than famous, but one day
soon… And so the night began… a few bars and hurricanes later,
we met up with the rest of our group. Dinner was spent at the
Old Gumbo Shop. I'd always wanted to try Gumbo since talking about
it so much in Vieux Carre. It tasted exactly as I thought it would.
A kind of fishy brown-colored stew. After dinner, we went into
the Lafayette Blacksmith's shop… Inside, Johnny, the piano man,
was knocking out tunes on a big old grand. For a seventy-something
he sang with gusto. Of course he might have been my age and just
had too many hurricanes. A few beers later and we were all round
the piano singing (glory be) Sweet Caroline, God Bless America
and American Pie - to name but a few. When we finally staggered
out onto Bourbon Street, leaving Johnny still belting out the
old classics to an admiring crowd, the Halloween party was in
full swing. The street was packed with people dressed in outlandish
costumes - sailors, devils wearing just loincloths and horns on
the head, vampires, exotic dancers, Elvis, Fred Flintstone - it
was a scene straight out of one of the Pink Panther movies where
I always felt the party a little contrived… now I was in the middle
of one.
The rest of
the night became something of a drunken blur. I do remember being
in a gay bar and being dared to put a dollar into a young male
dancer's silk scarf that he had wrapped around his middle. He
was dancing on the bar and wasn't wearing anything else. I did
so and turned back in triumph, just in time to see Giselle leap
up onto the bar and crawl along the top of it. Drinks went flying
and even the exotic clientele looked startled. She finally managed
to place her dollar bill and with a huge grin fell off the bar.
Somewhere along the way I acquired two strings of green beads.
These are usually given in return for some outrageous act. In
Mardis Gras the girls flash their breasts for them. I cannot remember
what I did for mine. I shudder to think! Nathan Flowers recounted
the following day that he would phone me and hear a voice that
sounded like Dudley Moore shouting down the phone. "Nate where
are you? Jesus… I'm lost!" "Where are you, Rich?" "God, I dunno…
I'm… I'm… I'm on Bourbon Street!" I do remember being turned away
from a bar on Bourbon Street because they said I was too drunk.
Something of an achievement on a street that is so famous for
its debauchery. When I told this to the younger members of the
company I was looked on with a mixture of awe and pity. Eventually
I somehow managed to pour myself into a cab and get myself back
to the hotel. Thank God we had to put our clocks back an hour
this weekend.
We woke up
with fuzzy heads and to the news that Stanley Lombardo, the translator
of the Iliad, was coming to see our show. Groans rang around the
company and various hangover remedies were tried in desperation.
However the show went really well and I believe Stanley was pleased.
The following day we spent a final hour listening to the jazz
and the ever-so elegant Jackson Square, having coffee and beignets
in the Café du Monde, and looking down on the brown waters of
the Mississippi. We are now back in the van on a 10 hour trip
up to Georgia. Life has returned to Holiday Inns and Fast Food
rest stops. I have time to ponder the stupidity of the Attorney
General warning Americans that here may be an attack in the next
week. Why they can't just tell the USA to be vigilant and on high
alert for the foreseeable future is beyond me. Every time they
put out one of these statements hey just shoot themselves in the
foot economically. At the moment we are traveling through the
swamp lands of Louisiana to the sound of a plaintive Bruce Sprinsteen
on the radio. The two seem to go together perfectly. Before us
is an endless flat road. Time to lie down and think of a place
without war or anger or religion. My heart should become as hard
as diamond, as sharp as an icicle; a cold shining jewel unaffected
by such things… Hmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Naples 5th
November
"If I were
in England now, as once I was…." I would be gearing myself up
for Guy Fawkes Night… not one of my favorite nights of the year…
because of the fireworks. I don't know where it stems from - perhaps
it was a past life - but I have a violent reaction to loud noises
or explosions of any kind. I would be useless in a James Bond
movie. When I have had to use a gun or be shot on stage, I usually
wear earplugs… which is great for the act of firing or being shot,
but not so great if I have to speak, as the audience is left puzzled
to why this character has suddenly started shouting at them.
Well, down
in Florida we have just seen an explosion of a natural force.
Hurricane Michelle gathered strength about 400 miles south of
the Florida Keys, turned itself into a class 4 Hurricane which
is extremely dangerous, and began heading north. We were driving
south from South Carolina (memorable for the sign outside the
theatre advertising the show as The Tempest and for 991 students
who gave us an indication of how the groundlings behaved in Shakespeare's
day - Bless 'em) towards Key Largo. We stopped over in Daytona
Beach only to hear that evacuation warnings had gone out for the
South Florida Keys and that the show was cancelled. This wasn't
exactly a tragedy for us, as we had heard that the Key Largo gig
wasn't the best of the tour. We immediately headed to the beach
where pounding surf was battering the shore, and without much
further ado stripped off and dove into the foaming brine. Huge
waves, driving rain, nor 20 shark attacks in one year were going
to stop this band of brothers from enjoying their chance of fun
in the ocean.
The next day
we drove to Naples, Florida. It was like being on a wet weekend
at Skegness. The weather was frightful, but once again we headed
down to the most beautiful of beaches and had a wonderful swim.
Pelicans flew above us and the sand, white and clean, stretched
for miles. This is a very rich area. A lot of people come down
to retire or winter here and it is reflected in the architecture
that is a rather gaudy modern version of renaissance Italy, and
also in the prices.
Last night
we stayed in with wine and beer, ordered pizza and watched Game
7 between the Diamond Backs and the New York Yankees. This has
been the most exciting of World Series for many a year, and as
a novice to the game, I was completely drawn in. In game 4 and
5, the Yankees made the most miraculous of comebacks and then
went down to Arizona where they got hammered. So it went to the
seventh game… and to a game full of drama… On the television,
they zoom very close on the pitcher's face, and reminds me of
the concentration of a snooker player. Each pitcher has their
own mannerisms and quirks, and this game's stars were the respective
pitchers Schilling and Clemens. A titanic battle. In the end the
Diamond Backs came back in the very last innings to grab victory,
thereby denying New York a reason to celebrate; which perhaps
was the best thing.
The Emmys
were on at the same time. My favorite quote of the night was from
Ellen DeGeneres of Ellen fame who was hosting the show. "What
would bug the Taliban more than seeing a gay woman in a suit surrounded
by Jews?"
Preparing for
a preshow talk at the theatre tonight, I realize that next year
I will have been a professional actor for 30 years. It sounds
like an awfully long time. I count myself very lucky that I'm
still here and that I am continuing in the vocation that I love.
News from Lori - the packing is done. When I return to our flat
for a brief visit, it will seem very bare. I find it difficult
to come to terms with the fact that I am probably going to be
in this country for quite a while, and away from so many friends
and family. Thank God for the Internet and e-mail.
Sweet Briar,
Virginia, November 14th
We are staying
at an Inn on a girl school's campus. The Inn is set in the middle
of a wood. From my window I have seen deer and squirrels. Leaves
are falling, golden and brown vivid… set against a deep blue autumnal
sky. The temperature is gradually falling as we work our way up
north towards New York. Today I walked through the woods that
surround the school. It is such a relief to be surrounded by such
beautiful countryside and away from the usual Holiday Inns set
in the middle of a shopping mall next to the highway.
Peter, our
producer, came to Columbia. This is where he used to teach and
where Aquila began their life in this country. The theatre was
huge… 2000 seats, and although it was a Monday we had at least
1000 in the audience. We had hoped that there might be more information
forthcoming about the Spring tour, but there were just hints at
dates and speculations on New York theatres for both shows.
We all had
to go out afterwards and get roaring drunk. Lindsay Rae and some
girl friends then dragged us off to a gentlemen's club because
they had never been to one. I endured my first lap dance... which
was quite pleasant, although I was unsure of the etiquette, so
I tried to be cool and murmured encouragement in her ear... although
it is difficult to look cool when a young lady is swinging her
breasts and bottom in your face!
Washington
PA November 16
It is our
last day and I have a cold… of course. It seems to happen very
time I come to the end of a play. I suppose it's the body winding
down when it knows it has a break coming up. Anyway this is my
last diary entry. I don't know yet whether I'll be going on the
Spring tour, but I think that this travelogue was always meant
to be first impressions of my visit here in the States. So to
the last entry… It is obvious to me that New York is like an island
off America… no other place has that energy, inquisitiveness or
drive. To be in the city during the September 11th attacks was
a most disturbing experience and probably had more effect on us
on the tour than we actually realized. I will never forget that
day.
What I like
about Americans is their inquisitiveness… or may be that should
be New Yorkers because I'm not so sure of some of the more country
areas. At the moment a book on the Taliban is in the top five
best sellers, and others on Islam and the Koran are high on the
list. I have found the people extremely polite, well-mannered,
intelligent, compassionate and gracious. It completely turned
around some basic assumptions that I had made. The country or
what I've seen of it is vast and epic. Some of it is stunningly
beautiful. We traveled through the Blue Mountains and the Appalachians
yesterday that stretched as far as the eye could see. The colors
and the sheer size of the landscape took my breath away. We have
also seen how diverse it is - from the mountains and forests of
the north, down to the swamps of New Orleans and the white sand
beaches of Florida. Overall we will have traveled over 6000 miles
in eight weeks.
I am now looking
forward to a brief visit home to see friends and family. And then…
who knows? I would love to play Prospero in New York, but whatever
happens, the opportunity to have lived with that great character
has been priceless. I hope my sending these reports hasn't been
too tedious. Thanks to everyone for reading them and the kind
comments. I look forward to keeping in touch on a more personal
level in the future.
"We are such
stuff as dreams are made on And our little life is rounded with
a sleep."
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