That they believed I was from
Spain
Uh…right?
What part of Spain
Do the untanned, red-headed boys
Come from?
You’d be amazed
What you can convince
A Board of Directors
As long as you’re willing
To adopt a fake European accent
And claim to have known somebody
famous
Of course, this was back in the
early 80’s
When there was only so much you
could do
To really cross-check somebody
Back then, it was a lot easier
To take over a small Equity
theater company
Nowadays, you just have to buy
your way in
Or be directly related to Mike
Nichols
Anyway, I’m here to talk about my
year
Running the Orpheus
I guess I should tell you
I was a failed actor
With no money
Who read an article
In some paper
That said this theater was looking
for an Artistic Director
Now, I’m not stupid
I know they’re not just going to
let anybody walk in the door
And take over a place like that,
right?
Wrong
I walked in the door
I asked when the next board
meeting was
I showed up
I told the Board that they were
all ugly and foolish
(Again, in a fake Spanish
accent/Again, they believed I was SPANISH)
And then I said I was going to be
running their theater from now on
And do you know what they did?
They gave me the keys
Nobody believes that story
Hell, I don’t believe it
But it’s true
Back then, and hell, even now
The art community
Is the one professional community
Where we believe
The people who know the least
about us
Are the ones who can help us the
most
When we’re in trouble
We’re always looking for new
blood, new blood
We never want to believe that
experience is what’s necessary
And why?
Because experience bores us
Professionalism bores us
Fuck, punctuality bores us
I mean, let’s just be honest here
And then we wonder why theaters
are closing left and right
Because nobody sees us as a
business
Because we don’t see ourselves as a business
I just heard the other day
That an Artistic Director in
Houston
Is taking a year off
To go compete in a waltzing
competition
I kid you fucking not
Does that sound like something the
CEO of a company would do?
And yet it’s okay
It’s excusable
Because we’re artists
And artists do crazy shit
Hell, we’re expected to
That’s why a con artist
With a bad accent
And a bad attitude
Telling everybody they’re shit
Can be given the keys to the
kingdom
And nearly destroy the kingdom in
the process
Hell, I lost money on a production
of Present Laughter
Present Fucking Laughter
Noel Coward
Do you know who loses money doing
Noel Coward?
Nobody
Except me
I did it
No wonder the year I ran the
Orpheus is legend
It should be
The Year Noel Coward Lost Money
And if you think it couldn’t
happen again
Well, have you heard about the guy
they got in the 90’s
After that woman Sarah?
Ohhhhh well, let me just leave you
with this
You’ve heard that history repeats
itself, right?
Yeah, well, in the theater
History doesn’t just repeat itself
It never ends
We can’t learn from our history
Because we live in our history
We depend on our history
Doing old plays
Putting up photos of past
productions
Believing that at one point
We were at our best
It’s history
It’s all history
All we are
Is history
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