Showing posts with label props. Show all posts
Showing posts with label props. Show all posts

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Aurora tech rehearsal!

When you play a range of interesting characters, you get a range of interesting props.

* Phrenology head not included.
* And the Superman protein shaker is mine because I just came from the gym.
* But I’m sure at least one of my characters world work out.
* AND MY CHARACTERS DESERVE THEIR TRUTH.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

The 9 to 5 set, props, costumes, lights and fucking miles of spike tape are struck

And I’m already forgetting my lines. I can’t tag our resident dead guy in this commemorative selfie because he doesn’t have a name in the show. Let’s just call him Brian. Brian Tofive.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

When everyone throws file folders all over your office set in an early-days-of-OSHA musical, mark my words:

People will slip and fall and possibly even end up taking helicopter selfies.
For your reference: Green spike marks are for rolling office furniture, pink spike marks are for rolling office walls and I’d better figure out what the hell yellow spike marks are for before someone else gets hurt.

#9to5

Friday, November 30, 2018

ELF PROP TABLE HORRORS

The only props the elves use in Santa’s workshop are adorable little stuffed bears and MASSIVE WOODEN HAMMERS.

You do the math.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

The stage right prop table becomes increasingly more intriguing

A plain envelope? Multiple soup tureens? A bellman's bell? Disemboweled fish? A mousetrap on a platter? Ominous shadows? A HUMAN HEAD?

What could it all mean? Perhaps you should book your tickets at Giving Tree Theater now to make sure you find out.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Act 1, Scene 4

One man, two guvnors, 72 stage-right props (including two soup tureens and three headless fish), one heavily highlighted script, 44 ounces of Diet Mountain Dew, one scene, three hours of very funny rehearsal.

Sunday, July 02, 2017

My Billy Elliot Act I costume presets:

Sailor hat, technically-forbidden-backstage-but-it's-really-technically-in-the-adjoining-hallway Gatorade, badass Frankenstein-looking-pieced-leather biker jacket, bitchin' angled-piping pieced-mesh track jacket, magical surprise pants, cop uniform, not-at-all-no-seriously-not-even-just-a-little-bit-gay tap-dancing sailor outfit, extra hanger left over from last night, cop billy club I use to beat my friends savagely but lovingly on stage.

Unachievable Body Image(R) Lace Fantasy Wedding Barbie(R) sold separately.