11.13.2009
More press...and opening night!
11.11.2009
11.09.2009
11.07.2009
11.06.2009
Tickets
11.04.2009
Coming Soon...
11.02.2009
10.30.2009
10.28.2009
Thoughts from the cast
-Ausar English
10.27.2009
Here it comes!!!
We've got some amazing things in store for you. Just as a little tease, yesterday we practiced how our dead would rise after our main character kills her lover.
Yep. We went there.
Don't forget to reserve tickets!!! They're really going fast - I know everyone says that, but believe me - the gmail has been blowing up, and people are buying by the bushel!
See you soon,
Love,
Ameneh
10.22.2009
Thoughts from the Cast: The forest is getting deeper
We debated and stomped and danced out the question. We are still in the process of wiggling it out.
10.19.2009
Tickets Available!
10.15.2009
Fairytale Party (and free booze)!
10.13.2009
Thoughts from the Cast: Lusmore's Song
- In the traditional Irish folktale of Lusmore, the Hunchback, the central character finds himself amongst a gaggle of crooning fairies. Tonight at rehearsal one of our several tasks was to select a song for our retelling of the story. We chose Loch Lomond, which, though often used as a drinking song in Scotland, is actually considered by most to be a song of war and loss. Two prisoners of a Jacobite uprising are captured, one sentenced to death, and one released to tell the tale. The 'Low Road' referred to in the text of the song is, in fact, the road to the underworld.
- By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
- Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
- Where me and my true love will ne-er meet again (alternate: Where me and my true love were ever lak/wont to gae)
- On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
- Chorus:
- O you’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road
- And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
- But me and my true love will ne-er meet again
- On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
- ‘Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
- On the steep, steep sides o’ Ben Lomond
- Where deep in purple hue, the highland hills we view
- And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.
- Chorus
- The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
- And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
- But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again
- Tho’ the waeful may cease frae their greeting. (alternate: Tho' the world knows not how we are grieving)
- Chorus
10.10.2009
Our Space
10.04.2009
Thoughts from the Cast: ...And Sunday Was the Day of Rest...
With strains of the giggle-punctuated voice of Peter Yarrow wafting through the window, today's rehearsal took on an odd quality. Wading through the tiny bodies and gratuitous strollers of the annual Great Read at Columbia was a warm-up exercise in itself. It was as if the ReImagined collective effort to embody and understand children had malfunctioned and exploded. So it suffices to say that things were a little loopy today.
Amanda and Ameneh did tremendous work over the week creating a storyboard and a narrative structure to work with, and the fruit of their labor is a sensitive and delicate story of Child, a precocious protagonist whose experience is interwoven with eight storybook characters. Through their interactions, the ever-evolving Child learns what it is to rely on himself, to love another, and to live.
This is going to be big.
10.01.2009
Thoughts from the Cast: Kill the Demon
9.30.2009
Week two
~Ameneh
9.28.2009
The Golden Key
"Once in the wintertime when the snow was very deep, a poor boy had to go out and fetch wood on a sled. After he had gathered it together and loaded it, he did not want to go straight home, because he was so frozen, but instead to make a fire and warm himself a little first. So he scraped the snow away, and while he was thus clearing the ground he found a small golden key. Now he believed that where there was a key, there must also be a lock, so he dug in the ground and found a little iron chest. "If only the key fits!" he thought. "Certainly there are valuable things in the chest." He looked, but there was no keyhole. Finally he found one, but so small that it could scarcely be seen. He tried the key, and fortunately it fitted. Then he turned it once, and now we must wait until he has finished unlocking it and has opened the lid. Then we shall find out what kind of wonderful things there were in the little chest."
So here we are, reImagined 09, imagining those wonderful things...