Rehearsal went fairly well.
There were several complete breakdowns into raucous laughter, the director spit her water all over the floor, between speaking up and laughing for an hour and a half my abs are actually sore.
All of that laughing is supposed to happen, by the way.
My aping of the leading ladies is paying off, for sure lol There are two I still have a few problems with- and I have to say a phrase in Hawaiian which is...well, I just about have it, but it's pretty unlikely anybody there would be able to tell if I botched it.
Got compliments on my Mae West, Bette Middler (Good, I was kinda worried about her), and my Mayfair accent- which is used in the delivery of several longer passages. It's always nice to have someone tell you that you sound completely natural. I thought I'd gotten there, it's what I default to reading when I have characters with UK accents, I can switch back and forth between my 'normal' speaking voice and the accents without a problem but I think it sounds a little jarring to listen to-and I thought sounded OK on the last recording. Our director has done theater all over- and does actually have first-person experience of how people from various parts of the world are supposed to sound.
The other one with the UK-type accent is from New Zealand in 1918- and there are no recordings of this person speaking so I have no idea how she talked. The English-speaking accent from that time varies- I wasn't really sure where to go with that and still had no idea when we went in tonight, the result was what they dubbed 'almost-Cockney'. She said to just go with modern kiwi - I'm practically switching with every line I have, anyway, I might as well keep going.
The only ones that don't involve an accent are three passages and a love spell- one by Lau Tzu, and I'm not going to speak in a Chinese accent because...yeah...no. That's a bit much. The other is from Amy Tan, who I admittedly have not actually listened to- but I was told to keep that one the way I did it tonight, so it doesn't matter anyway. The third passage is a nature-host type description of the mating ritual of a certain kind of spider, which I do in a sort of 'slightly but not to adult oriented nature show' fashion- the one that goes before me is talking about the mating habits of bears- yeah- the show isn't what I'd call 'raunchy' but there are some bits that are a little more than suggestive.
Some of the content is more on the thoughtfully emotional side, but most of it is supposed to be funny- even if the lines and exchanges weren't originally comical, taken completely out of context in this radio-play style, and surrounded by ones that are
just funny, period- the point is to make the audience laugh and go 'awww' in alternating waves. Our guy who recites all the Shakespeare and period English pieces- and I say this in the best way possible- sounds like Early Cuyler [link]
and it is both almost jarring bizarre and completely appropriate to hear him deliver "Whut light through yon winder breaks- it is the East, and Juliette is the sun".
The photographer/biographer/PR person was there taking photos, she got a cast photo and then was shooting us while we were rehearsing. She said that we absolutely had to get the seats filled for this, because it is the funniest thing she has ever seen. Considering our director ended up bent double laughing several times, chose a bad time to try and take a sip of water and did a spit-take all over the floor, and at one point actually had to run to the bathroom she was laughing so hard- it's to bad it's just a one-night thing, when they decide how they're going to set the stage up I'll see if there's somewhere I can put a camera- either on a tripod or with someone in one of the seats- or maybe just video one of the later rehearsals of nobody minds.
Ooh, sort of on topic...
So, about a week ago, I was driving my kid home, we were one car behind a schoolbus. The lady driving the olds in front of us was pulling off to the side of the road
every time the school bus stopped to let kids off.
I was complaining about her in my 'Valley Girl' persona for...no particular reason...when a bright purple 16 wheeler appeared in the other lane.
Of course, since Valley Girl has a serious case of screaming ADD I immediately broke in the middle of my irritated instructions to Grandma on proper driving procedure with "Oh my god, that truck is purple!"
My kid completely lost it, I'm not sure whether it was more my comment or the way I said it. But the phrase 'Oh my god, that truck is purple' has apparently been absorbed into the household vocabulary as 'said in response to, or describing, a situation which is both mildly irritating and amusing'.
Fast forward to today. When I picked my kid up from school I'd been running through my various accents, and was having fun talking like Mae West. So when she got in the car I kept it up, as we were driving along I started to recite The Raven as Mae West (Yeah, I'm actually going to record that one, it's pretty funny).
We came up behind an 18 wheeler carrying a trailer of wood shavings, the top wasn't quite secured well enough and the was sort of a wood-chip 'occasional flurries' situation going on.
"Ya need to strap your top down, honey, else ya gonna lose your goods." Mae West commented.
"Oh my god, that truck is purple!" My kid said, in something approaching a Valley Girl.
The truck immediately turned...
"Oh my god, it is purple!"
It was, in fact, the same purple truck we had seen the other day.
"What are ya, psychic?" I asked, still in the Mae West voice.
"Are you proud of me, mom?" My kid gasped- the opening part of a running gag between us.
"Of course I'm proud'a'ya, kid. Not for that, but I'm proud'a'ya."