WEDNESDAY, 7 JUNE, 2000, PHILADELPHIA |
Before I even begin with todays thoughts, I would like to point all my fellow diaryists here for a succinct and intelligent how-to on how-to write an online diary. Or, more specifically, how not-to-do. That said [Cue whiney-drivel voice] Im tie-arrrrd! Was up till 3ish last night at a rehearsal, follow-up tech notes, more notes at home via email, and then other webby projects and my neck hurts and my tummys upset. Waahhh! [Slow fade on whiney-drivel. Primo tempo, meno mosso.] ![]() Metamorphosis opens on Friday. For those in the mid-Atlantic region, and the more daring New Englanduhs, theres really no excuse not to see it. Cmon, man. Its fargin Kafka ovah heeah! A superb cast delivered a poignant, utterly creepy, yet still somehow lighthearted collective performance at the rehearsal last night, punctuated by your own Marquis extraordinary (natch!) sound cues stolen, looped and sampled from such diverse sources as Aphex Twin, Kronos Quartet, the Manson Family Opera as well as Liszt, Rachmaninov and (wherever I go, so goes) Chopin. I also lent my graphicky skills to the flier image with the DaVinci bug. Charming, non? Can the depths of my talents be plumbed, I axe ya. The only BUGgy thing which causes me repROACH is that my name in the playbill is lacking the all-important nit-picky diacritical marks. The key difference being between Du (contraction of de le) and Dû (past participle of should). le Marquis Déjà Du without the circumflex hat-thing would mean The Marquis Already Of Thuhhhh ; and thats just too fraught with anticlimax for me. Indecisive and abortive. Cest pas moi, mon chou! Whereas Marquis Déjà Dû with the charming chapeau translates loosely to The Marquis Already Shouldve or, even more loosely, The Marquis Is Too Late. Which is more germaine (if not jejune) to my annoyingly contradictive and maddeningly attractive persona. Wouldnt you agree? ![]() AZUKA THEATRE COLLECTIVE PRESENTS ![]() |
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