I picked up a terrific book yesterday called Standing Naked in the Wings, a collection of anecdotes and personal narratives of Canadian performers, mainly stage performers but also some TV and film actors. I’m enjoying it immensely. I’ve laughed out loud a few times, giggled until tears came to my eyes, and felt my throat swell shut in empathy once or twice, too. My favourite line so far:

The sword fights at Stratford are a basic part of mounting plays written in an era when homocide was a domestic art.

I adore the theatre. I love working in it (good thing, seeing as how I’ve been doing it for over seventeen years now), I love participating in an audience setting, I love reading about it. One of my best Christmas presents last year was a gift from my parents called Romancing the Bard: Stratford at Fifty, and there’s a book out called Stratford Gold which I’m dying to get (don’t worry, I abide by my own no-buying-gift-like-things-for-yourself-within-thirty-days-of-your-birthdate! rule). If I can’t be rehearsing or performing, then dash it all, I’ll read about other people rehearsing and performing!

Something that has really surfaced while I’ve been reading this anecdotal collection is the realisation that my past couple of turns with Lakeshore Light Opera haven’t satisfied me at all. I think perhaps it’s the extended rehearsal time (rehearsing for six months instead of two, you really lose the sense of focus and tension I feel is necessary to maintaining a good theatre product, I find, even though there’s music and choreography and stage direction to cobble together). It’s more than time to move on. However, I’ll do one last show, simply because I cannot pass up the potential opportunity to work with my adopted big/younger/twin brother Rob in a musical comedy one last time. (Besides, then I’ll have had a stab at pretty much the entire accepted Savoyard canon before I start repeating shows I’ve already done.) We’ll see what the gods grant us.

My parents, thank goodness, have supported me in this foolish and addictive pastime since I began, having been members on the tech crew of a community theatre group in the Maritimes before I was born. In fact, they go so far as to tell me that if I could only make money from it, they’d consider it a complete and total success. Anyone feel like ponying up to support me in my indulgent pursuit of a life on stage?