The Marquis’ Intimate Diary

WEDNESDAY, 7 JUNE, 2000, PHILADELPHIA
Before I even begin with today’s 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] “I’m 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 tummy’s upset. Waahhh!

[Slow fade on whiney-drivel. Primo tempo, meno mosso.]

MetamorphosisExhausting, yes. Creatively satisfying, absolument. Fun, certainly. Hey man, I like this theatuh shit. Too bad there’s no bleedin’ money in it.

“Metamorphosis” opens on Friday. For those in the mid-Atlantic region, and the more daring New Englanduhs, there’s really no excuse not to see it. C’mon, man. It’s 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 that’s just too fraught with anticlimax for me. Indecisive and abortive. C’est pas moi, mon chou!

Whereas “Marquis Déjà Dû” with the charming chapeau translates loosely to “The Marquis Already Should’ve” or, even more loosely, “The Marquis Is Too Late.” Which is more germaine (if not jejune) to my annoyingly contradictive and maddeningly attractive persona.

Wouldn’t you agree?

Roach Anyway, yo, here’s the info if ya wanna make you some reservations:

AZUKA THEATRE COLLECTIVE PRESENTS
METAMORPHOSIS
Story by Franz Kafka
Adapted by Steve Berkoff
(the dude with the wart on his head from “Beverly Hills Cop”, duh.)
Directed by Raelle-Myrick Hodges (whom I would marry if I hadn’t known her for so many years. Now it would just be icky.)

Walnut Street Theatre, Studio 5
825 Walnut St.
Philadelphia

June 9–30
Wednesdays–Saturdays at 8pm
Sundays at 3pm

All tickets $15

Call for reservations: 215.546.1103 x8