The band's sounding darn nice. Hearing some Gershwin, some Jethro Tull, talk of Beastie Boys and Oingo Boingo. A veritable smorgasbord of tasty sounds.
Meanwhile actors pace about with eyes fixed on scripts, committing so many new lines to memory.
Lights rise and fall on the stage, ladders are moved hither and thither, Mr. Ulman walks from room to room shooting some lovely, lively images, which can be seen here. Plates and napkins emerge from the kitchen in preparation for a pending (if brief) feast.
Everyone's doing a good job of occupying the same space without stepping on each other's toes. So much going on at once.