What happened at the meeting...
* Erin Stewart walked in wearing something sexy and then hit on Jesus Christ.
* Deb informed people to puke outside if they have to puke. Apparently last weekend we had a puker who missed the toilet... I blame Heather Gautschi.
* Belyea told me to 'Shut the fuck up.'
* Otherwise, the standard 7:00 meeting... clean up your shit and have a good show.
I'm going to get another beer.
Showing posts with label Deb Fialkow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deb Fialkow. Show all posts
Saturday, August 7, 2010
14/48 - The Unsung Heroes (or, The Cookieman Cometh)
Jim Jewell chops lettuce in a basement.

Deb Fialkow, over lunch, tells the story of her decision not to go to Walla Walla for her beau's birthday, and for, as she's now mentioned twice, "lake party."
She had been teaching in Leavenworth, and had all of John Bradshaw's Tupperware in her car. See, 'Martyr John' had been planning to go to Leavenworth also, for the aforementioned "lake party", but had come down with the flu. So, instead, he was going to stay in town. But not entirely to rest. He was going to bake for 14/48.
He is the white knight of baking for whatever theater group he shines his light on.
One of his treats this weekend: Crack Merengues (not his name)
Deb decided to stay home for many reasons. All selfless, all in the name of 14/48. She wanted to be here to see the plays, to deliver Bradshaw's crack merengues, to check in with the virgins and see how their first interaction with the great and terrible 14/48 monster, which can shake even the most hardened artists down to their bones. She couldn't bring herself to go on winery tours and have birthday celebrations and LAKE PARTIES. 14/48 needed her.
Jim Jewell and Linda Lombardi!
Thanks for nourishing our bodies so that we can have the energy to nourish our creative spirits!
These guys toil in a makeshift kitchen to feed hundreds of mouths over the weekend, three times a day, and it is a non-stop 48 hours of straight-up, no glory, food prep. Army style, but with better food I think.
Deb Fialkow just brought me a beer. Gotta Go.
She had been teaching in Leavenworth, and had all of John Bradshaw's Tupperware in her car. See, 'Martyr John' had been planning to go to Leavenworth also, for the aforementioned "lake party", but had come down with the flu. So, instead, he was going to stay in town. But not entirely to rest. He was going to bake for 14/48.
He is the white knight of baking for whatever theater group he shines his light on.
One of his treats this weekend: Crack Merengues (not his name)
Deb decided to stay home for many reasons. All selfless, all in the name of 14/48. She wanted to be here to see the plays, to deliver Bradshaw's crack merengues, to check in with the virgins and see how their first interaction with the great and terrible 14/48 monster, which can shake even the most hardened artists down to their bones. She couldn't bring herself to go on winery tours and have birthday celebrations and LAKE PARTIES. 14/48 needed her.
Jim Jewell and Linda Lombardi!
Thanks for nourishing our bodies so that we can have the energy to nourish our creative spirits!
These guys toil in a makeshift kitchen to feed hundreds of mouths over the weekend, three times a day, and it is a non-stop 48 hours of straight-up, no glory, food prep. Army style, but with better food I think.
Deb Fialkow just brought me a beer. Gotta Go.
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Deb Fialkow,
Jim Jewell,
john bradshaw,
linda lombardi
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Strangulation
It's 40 minutes until lunch. I haven't had a chance to check back up on Maggie Lee's play, but I did just see Deb Fialkow teaching Opal Peachey how to strangle someone with a piano wire. Should we be concerned?
Jordan
Jordan
Friday, July 31, 2009
Peggy Gannon just entered the building.
She is here to eat. And also, possibly help.
Jodi-Paul is both manning the door and folding programs. He is keeping it real, as they say.
Playwrights are showing up again and injecting some much needed rejuvenation into the proceedings. Afterall, these guys just rested up all day. Well, at least in Chris Haddad's case, I can't speak for the others.
RANDOM QUOTE TAKEN COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTEXT: Deb Fialkow:"Is that my butt? Yep, that's my butt." And then later on: "Not only was it my butt, it was my boy on my butt."
Tech is over, now, and went over without many complications (from what I hear). Actors - those still not doing the last minute rehearsals, anyway -band members, and tech crew are coming downstairs to partake in this delicious QFC chicken. It's funny how delicious chicken can pick up a room -- Energy is definitely picking up; everyone's at the point where they're realizing, "Holy Shit, we're actually gonna do this."
Because guess what. Curtain in 1 hour, 28 minutes.
The Wall
Have you hit it yet?
I sure as shit haven't! Though I wouldn't complain if someone brought me an iced coffee. {EDIT: Deb Fialkow is getting me one, securing her position as the best. person. ever.} So never mind.
I'm up here in the theatre again, listening to some jams being concocted by the band. Hearing some original stuff, along with some Star Trek, some You Shook Me All Night Long...it's sounding pretty great I must say.
Ladies and gentleman, Lou Butler is in the building, and she is already stage managing up a storm. Shawn Belyea and Tim Hyland are on the stage, overseeing things and making sure the tech stuff, lights, etc. are, you know, working. There is a big ass scrim that can be backlit in beautiful, rich colors... I am hoping that its taken advantage of.
It's almost three and the time for the director's meeting is upon us. Wow, that went fast. It's pretty amazing how fast this whole process is. (Hint: Very) Tech starts pretty shortly after that.
Labels:
14/48,
Deb Fialkow,
Louise Butler,
Meetings,
sleep,
the band
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