September 8th, 2006
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Getting there
Today was the first day in a long time that I left work with a truly clear conscience. My performance lately has been abysmal, and it’s most certainly an attitude thing, where difficulty hamstrings confidence which drives me in to a downward spiral of being able to think clearly, rest, etc. But, in any case I woke up fairly early today, and had time to prepare breakfast and lunch, in addition to getting a shave and the trash out. That and the cold front that swept in last night put me in a good mood, and it went up from there. Of course I’m never ecstatic to get home from work after midnight, but with a couple more days like today, I may actually have a day off before the show next weekend.
My bullet list is down to the finer points, and though there are question marks still hanging around for some things (like how I’m going to get all this oversized lumber to Odaiba without it getting destroyed), all of the difficult things should be taken care of in the next seventy-two hours. It’s hard work, and there are as many mundane steps as there are inspiring ones. The crux of this weekend is securing printers for the more professional bits, and doing in theatre what we call a “technical rehearsal” with props, before going off-book next Saturday. I suppose what I’m looking forward to most is building the “set”. There’s something very satisfying about assembling something out of wood and metal. I only hope I can match a fraction of the quality my father would produce if he were handling the affair.
I checked the prints at Horiuchi yesterday, for the most part they looked pretty good. It’s going to cost me an arm and a leg, but this is my first show, and all things considered I think it’s going pretty well. Although I maintain a subdued appearance now (I’m almost 27), I have no doubt that come next weekend, I won’t be able to sleep from all the energy streaming out of my pores. They’ll have to peel me off the rafters before striking the set. It won’t take much of an effort for me to generate the effervescent caricature of myself I’m thinking of playing at the show. I wonder kind of advice Roger De Bris would give me in preparing my repertoire.
