Yes indeed, I shall see Ibsen's GHOSTS today......well Ibsen's play GHOSTS..... Many of those involved in this production at Buck Creek Players (where we saw BRAINEX Indiana style with MR BK and DR CP and EVIL KURT) - were also involved with the first production of the play what I wrote MY HAND IS NOT MY HEART at the Phoenix Theatre.....25 years ago this very summer!
I haven't seen many of them in a long time, so it will be lovely to see them again.....I think.
It's about syphilis, ya know!
I only mention this because I saw the play several years ago with Amy Irving as the older lady (Mrs Alving? Is that her name?), and the mention of syphilis is so oblique that if I hadn't known it going in, I wouldn't know it to this day. I have to say, I've always thought Ibsen, unlike Chekhov, needed a play doctor.
Good morning, all! Today I am finishing the last number from THE ROSE OF ALGERIA, and I have some work to do on the Main Editorial Report for BABES IN TOYLAND. Just when you think it's safe to go back into the ocean . . .
I have no other plans today beyond accomplishing these two things. I will sit here in the AC and listen to some wonderful things. Exactly what has yet to be determined. Maybe even a Wagner opera, like LOHENGRIN or TANNHAUSER. I can listen with enjoyment to a 4-hour opera, I just can't stand to sit through a performance. I still haven't figured it out, but, to me, 4 hours of Wagner or Richard Strauss in the opera house is like 4000 hours of hell, but 3 to 4 hours of Mozart or Bizet is like 4 minutes of true pleasure.
Maybe it's the fact that nothng happens onstage in Wagner and Strauss: they bellow for fifteen minutes and someone moves, then another bellows for twenty minutes and someone slugs him, then the slugger bellows for ten minutes and nothing still happens.
Tristan gave his heart to Isolde in song
I blush
Oh, dear, but the song was six hours long
I blush
What they did was wrong without a doubt
If it took so long to sing about
But the thought can make my lily cheek to flush
I blush
Oh, dear, how they yodeled of love and death
I blush
They died, not from love but from lack of breath!