Dramarama

Nine days from the show, and we've just lost one from our ranks. Twenty-four hours prior, there were five players, and now there are four. It's the right thing to do as far as I'm concerned -- four committed players will be better to watch than five with scattered energy -- and I think that the partying of ways was achieved not-too-acrimoniously, but it means quite a bit more work now than the already-considerable amount we have now. Eeek.

So far, there are two movement pieces to re-choreograph, and quite a bit of fiddling with other bits to do. One of the more significant piece still has to be created (luckily there are only three of us in that one) -- and my piece is taking a hell of a long time to incubate. I got some work done on it this weekend in NYC, but I'm having a hard time finding the voice of it. Apparently when my muse is left to herself, she gets quite mawkish. So ... now more than ever ... wish us luck. Give us money. Come see the show.

I did have a lovely 24 hours in Gotham. Greenpoint, thanks to B & E, treated me as well as El Barrio ever has (maybe we'll get luckier with Rah next time L & D!) -- and I look forward to tearing it all up next month with Tanya, who takes no prisoners on her side of the Atlantic and who, I would assume, wouldn't have it any other way on my side.