Adrian's Chats Page 2 - Rants
The
Realist
I was warned when I entered that it might be challenging. Actually the warning
outside the play The Realist cautioned that the play contained strong language
and scenes of a sexual nature. Before I go on about the wonders of this
presentation I must grumble. There was no nudity or anything. I don?t think
there was a kiss even. [If you have come here from my news of performing
as part of the 50+ Festival this will all make sense, kind of, in a little
while. I am raving about my experiences in the wonderful Studio] This is
2007 after all and I wouldn?t be part of a 50+ festival if it wasn?t, but
I couldn?t understand that just because one or two people in the play might
be gay maybe does not make it have scenes of a sexual nature. Mr Theatre
Royal I think you cowtowed to paranoid conformity on that one. Saying ?I
am gay? (or similar) does not constitute a scene of a sexually nature. If
someone in the pay had declared themselves heterosexual we would not have
to be warned about it. (There was possibly a little strong language in context
I think there was maybe possibly I think).
This is not the point of this chat though. The Studio is a powerful experience what ever you go to see in there. I wrote of the play The Realist. This is the tale of those words and their journey. The wonderfully intelligent witty journalist and beautiful friend of mine Kate Lock asked me along to see the thing with her. This came at a real good time for me as I was bogged down and isolated in my work, (as I know she is as I am writing this), a night out was just the thing. The Press as we a call the Yorkshire Evening Press (or are supposed to) had employed her to do a review (they should pay her more by the way). ?Ade I have a guest ticket can you come with me?? As this was a play of the sixties, well set then anyway, we were promised Growlers. There was not a ?pork pie? in appearance anywhere although I was intending this to be a piece of praise not more grumbling. (Anyone who has eaten a sizable pork pie will have heard the sound they make that givers them their old nickname.) We were given a couple of glasses of wine and lovely company and I felt I had dressed at the right level of smartness and artiness to fit with a play of the 60?s. There as I walking in, prompt compared to my tardiness as usual, was the lively perfectly appropriately dressed journalist Kate. As she wandered over to collect her tickets and friend of hers walked over to say hi. Kate was walking away and her friend was opening her mouth and letting the words come out anyway, ?Hi, nice to see you, mind if I join you?...? Kate was off and her friend was stood by the table. I went to sit and offered her a welcome. She apologised for not realising Kate was with someone. I explained I was only a friend and that she was welcome to join us and down she sat. As Kate came back she looked perplexed and we wondered why. The show was a deservedly complete sell out and they had only given her one ticket and I was set for an early bath. As I was due to be one the bus or at least starting to say goodbye her friend waved her ticket, ?My friend was unable to come and I have a spare? so we swapped and I was able to be mesmerised. I was too.
I admit to being a little jealous that I was not the one to be doing a review and had a need to try. I jotted down my thoughts when I got home and emailed it off to Kate. Just my thoughts in my usual email style. Rolling down the page steering through the thoughts. You are too late. That is the reply I got. Kate had sent off her piece to the Press (probably saying my friend Adrian says this and that). So I suddenly thought that I would pop it off to the Settlement Players. I have fond memories of not only being there for productions and evenings but also being part of events and feeling part of things more importantly. I am sure there are lots of you out there who have been drawn in in the same way. A quick search found their membership secretary and bang it was gone. (You know in the same way as those acerbic rants you wished you hadn't clicked!). Gone.
Wow! Thanks, Adrian.
I've forwarded your poem to director, cast & crew of The York Realist.
Shall I add you to our email listing?
Best wishes,
Beryl Nairn
YSCP Membership Secretary
Beryl.Nairn@care4free.net
www.yorksettlement.org.uk
Your poem? Your poem! I. I. I. I. I. ...
A few weeks passed and then I had an email form Kate. Just to let me know that she had been to the end of run party. A real good affair by all accounts. Thought I aught to know that they had stopped the party because of me. Before we go on it was felt that a fitting way to start off the celebrations was to read a poem by Adrian Spendlow. I am filled with tears even now telling you this. It wasn't a poem was it?.I just wrote what I thought. I think perhaps the gestaltness of it all held the hearts of those players within me when I wrote and came out onto the page. A poem?
As a foot note I received another message from the director to say he had been in London and had the poem from me in his pocket and there at the same function was the writer. The writer of the Realist. He gave him my poem and just thought I would like to know. I would have happily died on the spot except for the one thing, the dream that one day i would perform in the Studio Theatre at the Theatre Royal. I will see you all there on the 1st of October.
Oh yes. The poem.
Rants
- Movie Mad
If I am in a monster movie where everybody is getting
killed off one by one, I am going to arm myself. It is the first thing I
will do. A pointed stick, anything. I certainly won't rush off forgetting
the machete and the torch. I will look round for anything I can find to
protect myself with. I might even build armour out of bamboo or something.
Armed. Protected. There is no way I am going to run around screeching and
screaming and attracting attention to myself. Flapping my arms about in
just a t shirt. Me be vulnerable and practically wanting the monster to
come and get me! No chance. I will be ready.
The Multi-tasking
Myth
There is a conspiracy prevalent within our society that has been created
by around fifty percent of our population; the creation of the myth of multi-tasking.
The only reason women put out this rumour is that they are completely unable
to concentrate on just one thing at a time.
