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First Bodies for Drive With Me

I had 3 besties at my rehearsal today; my first “audience” for Drive With Me. I got through the piece, hurdled the lumps and bumps of what happens when there are actual people to talk to and discovered in real time that you can’t go back and fix anything. But, on the whole, and in general, it was pretty good. And I am really rather proud, and excited to have an audience experience it.

So, here are the details for my performances in Grahamstown. Drive With Me is at the NG Kerk Hall. And you can go here to book.

  • Thu 27 June 2013, 14:30 
  • Sat 29 June 2013, 13:00
  • Sun 30 June 2013, 14:00 
  • Mon 1 July 2013, 10:00 
  • Tue 2 July 2013, 14:00
  • Wed 3 July 2013, 14:00
  • Thu 4 July 2013, 14:00
  • Fri 5 July 2013, 14:00
  • Sat 6 July 2013, 14:00
  • Sun 7 July 2013, 12:00

Moving towards the Real Thing

It has been such an interesting week of rehearsals; that weird space where I almost know what I am doing (but not necessarily achieving it) and the technical side of things is slowly being added; sound and media. It has been an inordinately long time since I handed all aspects of production to another person and just focussed on the performance, and it is an unfamiliar (but most welcome) space.

Aside from the challenge of performing my own writing, I am constantly aware of how habituated I am to improvising and being totally present in a moment that will never be repeated. Here, I have to practice each moment, get it right, and then be able to get it similarly right every time. I hope I am getting better. I am thrilled, exhausted, panicked, emotional and excited. Every day.

And I am starting to think beyond the rehearsals to performance. Drive With Me. Quite a journey.

Walk this Way

So Liz Mills and I rehearse Drive With Me at the amazing Theatre Arts Admin Collective (I have no idea how Caroline Calburn manages that totally crazy schedule) and for the last week we have been spending each morning in the Minor Hall. It is a beautiful space, with a huge vaulted ceiling and gorgeous light through massive church windows. It is also relatively private.

Except for the man. There is a man who works for the church (the premises are on the Methodist Church in Obz) and every odd day or so he opens an internal door, shambles through, unlocks a weird storeroom, goes out the main door of the venue leaving it open, comes back, fetches the vacuum, opens another door, limps through noisily with a cup of tea. This would all be ok, if not a little irritating IF he ever acknowledged us. But he doesn’t. It is literally as if we do not exist. It would be funny if it wasn’t so utterly creepy.

Now Drive With Me is a little odd (if not creepy) and having this man entirely ignore me, and us, is the strangest feeling in the whole world.

Drive

It’s been two weeks since I started working with my awesome director Liz Mills on . We haven’t worked every day, or every moment of the days we work; I certainly don’t have the focus or stamina to do such intensive work, just me and her, for too long. But I am totally obsessed and pre-occupied. I say lines of text in the car, in the shower, to the dogs. I stomp around the house doing chunks and Big Friendly keeps thinking there is someone else here or that I am on the phone, fighting with someone. I keep trying on bits of costume and standing in front of the mirror, so I can have a clear picture of myself in my mind while I work on the floor.

Yesterday we managed a stumble through. From beginning to end. I almost know all the words and I am remembering what I should be doing where (even if I’m not actually doing it yet). It is an amazing feeling doing a one-person show again after all these years. And it brings up so many other, related and unrelated feelings. “Threads of past memory surface into the present.” That’s a quote from the play.

Here are some random moments and observations from the rehearsal process.

1.Liz and I gossip and reminisce, a lot. We have a lot of catching up to do; it’s been 30 years since I started drama school, with Liz as my voice teacher.

2. Liz talks about the writer (me) as if she was another person, blaming her for writing a challenging script. So do I.

3. Things in the script keep happening in real life. A small Fiat Uno on the side of the road, orange traffic cones down the middle on the white line. Neil Young on the radio. A ghost in a story. Stephen King on twitter. Everything is connected.

4. I am touched, moved by and sensitive to arbitrary moments. I am ready to cry, but not in or during the work.

5. I am excited about building relationships with an audience; that’s always been my big thing.

6. I watch other performers and compare myself to them all the time. “I do that.” “I don’t do that.” “I should do that.” “I’ve never even thought of doing that.” I imagine how they feel, how what they do makes them feel.

7. I am able to jump right into the performance zone when I improvise. Somehow, the focus of rehearsals and repetition bring my readiness to improvise onto my fingertips and everything is so easy to access. What a bonus.

8. I am able to criticise the writer and enjoy her and know it is me. I am starting to do that with the performer too.

9. I am saying my mantra for Grahamstown even as I type this. I don’t want to jinx it, so I’ll keep it private.

Here’s what I want you all to do. If you are coming to G’town, come and see my show. It’s called Drive With Me and it is on at the NG Kerk Hall from 27 June to 7 July every day, bar one (28 June). If you aren’t coming, please recommend it to friends and family who are. I am almost prepared to guarantee that whoever sees it will be a little bit changed (in a good way) forever.

Starting Drive with Me

It’s a week to go before I start proper rehearsals for Drive With Me with my director, the awesome Liz Mills, but I want to have learnt as many of my words as possible before we start. I have been learning them for about a month now, but not very seriously, and I am just under half way. You would think that because I wrote the words myself I would have an easier time of it, but it’s actually worse; I criticise the choices I have made and agonise about changing anything. These conundrums are brilliant time wasters and can tie me in knots and make me lose focus and concentration.

Then there is the dreaded and famous actor insecurity. Now I haven’t done a one-woman show since 1998, fifteen years ago, and I imagine it is like burying the memory of childbirth pain. My brain has forgotten the panic, endless doubt and questioning. I am terrified on so many levels. What will people think? Is it a bad idea? Will they ‘get it’? Will they like it? Will they come? Am I nuts?

I have to manage these fears before they get completely out of hand. I have to feel the love and trust the material. I have to pick up the script and persevere, and not give up when I go blank, again. See you later.

Drive With Me

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