Self-aware. Self conscious. Self induced.

Prague Fringe Day 4

We only saw one show yesterday, as it was Lale’s last day in town. So a slow start to the day, taking the cable car up Petřín Hill and having some coffee at the park coffeeshop at Nebozízek overlooking the city (Kelly’s got some photos of this on her facebook page). We met up with Phil (last name appropriately unknown) from Dr. Brown, who does a sort of absurdist stand-up routine. Sound weird? It is, and it generally reduces people to awkward giggles. We’re going tonight.

After spending far too much time sitting around, we found ourselves somewhat crunched for time, so rather than climb to the top of Petřín, we wandered back down toward the city. Kelly and Phil hung back to shoot some publicity still for him, and Andy, Lale, and I made our way to Wenceslas Square, since Lale had heard that the klobása (sausages) are not to be missed. And indeed, she and Andy were thoroughly delighted with what they ate. Although Andy kept inquiring as to the crunchy bits. “Vegetables, right?” I decided to go for the fried chicken cutlet (schnitzel). This was an error in judgment, as my friend Don warned me (not for the first time) last year, and for which he scolded me this morning once I told him that my bellyache was just about gone. “What did I tell you about eating street food?”

Sorry.

It’s probably due to my head being on my stomach, then, that during our performance yesterday afternoon (Andy was the dog: Kurt 4, Andy 3), that I misspoke.

Coulda happened to anybody.

Doctor Voronov is recording himself with Doctor Bormenthal upstage, and he’s saying, “Being capable of rational thought does not make us rational creatures. Like us, dogs are collections of proteins, bound up into muscles, orgasms, and synapses.”

You heard me. Orgasms. Kelly was barely able to function, and the limits of Andy and my mutual telepathic communication was discovered: we have none. There was about 30 seconds of ad-libbing while we attempted to (a) incorporate the gaffe into the characters and have them react to it, (b) not crack up, and (c) not forget where we are.

It is fairly safe bet that if you mention to Kelly that we, like dogs, are composed of orgasms, she will lose it entirely.

We had quite a small audience, only 11, which can be explained in part by it being Monday night. Until Wednesday we’re going to have small houses. It’s tough to pull people in without serious buzz on the workdays. But I think it’s also the case that the show really isn’t connecting the way I thought it would. I’m going to talk to Don and get some feedback about the performance, see if there’s not stuff we can’t work on even while we’re here.

Afterwards we went to THE HARBOUR, a group from the U.K. with a lovely, beautiful, magical performance about selkies, which are seals that transform into people by shedding their skins. Virtuosic, simple visual metaphors that were lyrical and clear, simple humor (young man cross-dressing as the crabby mother) that didn’t undercut the drama, but played like a counterpoint. Yesterday was their last performance (they’re off to the Edinburgh Fringe later this summer), and they played to a packed house. Pretty fantastic. James Walling at the Prague Post gave them a review the other day for a different summary.

Today is laundry day. Not our clothes, just our costumes, thanks to the generosity of friends Don and František.

Two last notes: we have discovered that as long as Andy is in Prague, it is his birthday. Also, we are made up of orgasms.

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2 responses

  1. Johanna

    Ahh, the spontaneity of live theater! methinks a few weeks of traveling apart from your spouse might not be agreeing with you my friend… Still, wish I could have been there!!! hearty backslaps to you, J

    June 1, 2010 at 1:34 pm

  2. kelly

    It wasn’t the word that was so funny. It was Kurt’s utter horror.

    Andy saw the best part of his facial expression, but I caught the first few moments of it before he turned. It’s still cracking me up!

    June 1, 2010 at 12:08 pm

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