TECH DAY 3,827

Yo Toxaholics

So I had a groggy start to the day because last night, my dog and blogosphere star, Rocco, decided to wake me up at 4 AM. Since he never wakes me up in the middle of the night, I assumed that he desperately needed to be let out. So I grumpily stumbled out of bed and opened the back door for him, but, as it turns out, he didn’t need to go anywhere. Apparently, he woke me up just because he wanted to say “hi.” He then fell right back asleep in about 2.5 seconds. I attempted to do the same thing, but my mind was suddenly swimming with all sorts of Toxic thoughts (“When Toxie rips the intestines out of Sluggo, should he use them as a jump rope or a lasso?”) Of course, when contemplating such important issues, sleep doesn’t come so easily.

But I did eventually fall asleep again and I eventually woke up again forty-five minutes after my alarm sounded (thank you, dog.) I then proceeded to belatedly rush to a meeting for David’s and my other show (the Broadway-bound “Memphis.”) Now “Memphis,” the show, had recently played Seattle, the city, and during the run, many theatrical producers/investors/strangers came to see the show to decide if they should invest money in it (lots did!) and also to give us their “notes,” or “opinions,” or“stupid ideas” “good wishes.” Now as anyone in theatre knows, there are three basic things that all human beings need — we need to feel loved, we need to feel useful, and we need to tell other people how they can improve their musical. Fortunately, the ideas that our director and two producers discussed with us today were all helpful and smart (it’s a good thing working with smart folks!) and David and I left the meeting feeling warm and happy about our impending Broadway megaproduction. Hockadoo! (When you see “Memphis” you’ll understand what Hockadoo means. And you will see “Memphis,” won’t you? I mean, you would totally, totally, totally break my and David’s heart if you abandon us after just one show. But no pressure.)

Anyhoo, David and I trudged (I was still trudging — thank you, dog) to the underground theatrical emporium that is New World. Upon our arrival, we found that Tony-Goldenboy-Director John Rando and his talented trove of trenchant techies were still teching through the show. They had started on Monday, working eight to ten hours a day, and they had just reached the final scene. That’s right, it took over 38 hours — 38 hours! — to tech through our show once. (Oddly, an actual performance of “Cats” seems to run longer.) I should point out though, that compared to other shows, this is actually an incredibly quick Tech time. And the show looks spectacular! I’m just whining because, well, I can.

Due to all their efforts, we’re actually supposed to see the first full run-through of the show tomorrow night — complete with lights and costumes and make-up and acting and liquor (I might have a drink or two beforehand.) So a big viral hug to the excellent work being done during Hell Week Tech Week — all without me! I did enjoy when Rando excitedly told me that he was adding a nun to the big chase scene in which dozens of characters (sparkingly portrayed by Demon Green and Matthew Saldivar and Nancy Opel) pursue Toxie through town.

Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking — “Joe, why would such a silly, seemingly non-humorous idea excite you? Is it because you’re exhausted from being woken up at 4 AM by a bizarrely peppy dog?” Well yes, but also because a nun in pursuit of a monster just seems funny to me. So when you see the show, and you see the part where Nancy Opel runs across the stage in a habit, I bet you think to yourself, “Wow, that Joe was right! That is funny! I must send him a little something to thank him!” Or if you don’t think that, then, well, it’s all Rando’s fault.

Incredibly exhausted but pretending to be alert and lively,
Joe