Saturday, December 6, 2008

Voodoo Days

There are times when you start a new project that it feels like the only thing to do is to find a live chicken, a park and an altar and that is all that will make things right.
The phone call from the artistic director.
Ok, fine, dealt with.
The actor that doesn't show up.
Ok, fine, dealt with.
The playwright with helpful, albeit very, very late suggestions, comments and thoughts.
Ok, fine, dealt with.

Tomorrow is Sunday. Roast bird on the menu for sure. Chicken with Damballa Sauce.

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