Aurelia’s Oratorio

The Girls Night Out mommy party I went to last night was a big deal.  It took over two weeks of e-mails to get a group of mothers who were hungry for a more conversation than the hi/bye of school pick-up and drop-off to get together with food and wine but without the spouses and children.

 So it took a little effort to get up and out and to rehearsal way up at the West End Theatre this morning.

Then after the rehearsal for our very minimal show, (Our set is made of cardboard boxes and brown paper.) I got on the subway to go directly to meet The Husband and My Kid in the West Village to see a matinee performance of the meticulously produced “Aurelia’s Oratorio” at NYU’s Skirball Center.

Aurélias Oratorio Production Photo

Photo by Richard Haughton.

Aurélia Thierrée in Aurélia’s Oratorio, written and directed by Victoria Thierrée Chaplin.

She is clown and theatrical royalty, her grandfather was Charlie Chaplin, her great-grandfather was Eugene O’Neill and her parents created “Cirque Imaginaire”  which influenced Cirque du Soleil.  We were lucky to see it as the show only played 3 performances in New York.

Home

I’m home and in bed now.  The Husband and My Kid are both sound asleep.  It was such a fun GNO with the other mommies from My Kid’s school.  I hope I don’t have any trouble getting up in the morning to get to rehearsal on time–And My Kid has a soccer game…

There was wine…

There was lots of food…

We’re still all talking about Obama…

And…

Sarah Palin in front of a turkey exterminator…what the….Sarah Palin at the Wasilla turkey farm

the flier

Oh My Toe!…Why I Walk so Slow
Inspired by The Yipiyuk by Shel Silverstein
An interactive theatrical experiment for kids and their parents
 
Sunday, November 23rd & Saturday, November 29th at 12PM
Saturday, December 6th at 12:30PM
 
The West End Theatre
located in the Church of St. Paul & St. Andrew
263 W 86th St. b/t Broadway and West End Ave.
1 Train to 86th St.
 
Suggested Donation $5
 
The Experiment . . .
Creating this production has been an experiment in involving children in the rehearsal process.  Instead of gathering a group of adults together to generate theatre for children, we decided to invite our children (ages 8 months to 8 years) to rehearse with us.   We developed the show as a group, using Silverstein’s poem as the basis of our inspiration.  There was no particular agenda regarding how the children would be involved.  They could perform with us, watch quietly on the sidelines, play and shriek on the sidelines or ask to be held by their performing parent.  Involving children in the production from its beginning has enriched and challenged our creative process.  We now invite you to join us!
 
 

Sitting alone in my apartment looking forward to a theatre festival

I was feeling sad and lonely a few moments ago after pawning my kid off on someone else’s babysitter for a play date and then stopping at the Target in Atlantic Center for some bulk packs of paper towels and TP on the way home from the school’s early pickup–it’s parent/teacher conference day in our world. I was dwelling on the fact that one of the mommies I know has written more plays than I thought she had. Another friend has founded her own theatre company in New Mexico, (I don’t know if she is a mommy but her website is pretty impressive). Me I got nothin’…! So I looked up the website of the Six Figures Theatre Company which is producing the Artists of Tomorrow Festival at the West End Theatre beginning this weekend–which I am in thank you very much. I’ve worked there before in several of Kendall Cornell’s clown pieces. It’s a great space. It’s on the second floor of the Church of St Paul and St Andrew United Methodist Church. I think it used to be a chapel.

As a side note about theatre companies in churches; in my own neighborhood, the Irondale Ensemble Project has finished renovating the upstairs Sunday School room, and mounted a new production in their new permanent theatre space at the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church (which was founded by abolitionists)–where my own baby went to toddler play group several times a week for the first two walking years of her life.–and opened their first show in the new theatre space. Some churches are really cool.

Anyway,

This coming weekend and for the next few weekends I will be on stage in; “Oh My Toe!…Why I Walk So Slow”, an theatrical experiment developed with children in the room, conceived by Lindsay Newitter.

In the same festival I am looking forward to seeing my friends:

Victoria Libertoire…
in “The Should Dream”; “An old vaudevillian illuminates the secrets of humanity. Victoria Libertore, aka Howling Vic, lip-synchs, shimmies and hula-hoops her way through perverse, profane and saucy characters including the crone, prostitute and hedonist. Libertore uses her trademark style of combining humor, sensuality and a touch of the inappropriate in this wild and cheeky montage”.

And

Amy Salloway…
who is from Minneapolis but who I knew when we were both part of the fringe theatre community in Seattle… is performing her solo show “Circumference”; “Ghosts of Gym Teachers Past meet the Fear of Fitness Centers Present and the Obsession with Weight Loss Future in an all-new solo comedy about size, sweat…and exercising your demons. From Minneapolis actor/writer Amy Salloway, creator of the hit touring productions “Does This Monologue Make Me Look Fat?” (Artists of Tomorrow 2004!) and “So Kiss Me Already, Herschel Gertz!” comes the show the Calgary Herald calls, “hilarious, honest and unsparing, with a great sense of pace.” Says The Ottawa Citizen, “…an appealing and marvelously funny performer…you can also add brave and original.” And from the St. Paul Pioneer Press, “A MUST-SEE: poignant, sensitive and hysterically funny.”

And

Jenny Lee Mitchell…
will be in the cast of “Dress”, “The war was over yet Communists were lurking in your backyard. Follow Susie, Ace, Betty, Bill, Madge, Mitch and Ralph the Negro Milkman as they navigate their way through Cold War paranoia and forced morality told in the Technicolor style of a 1950′s sitcom.”

That’s three nights for which I either need to arrange for a babysitter and make it a date-night with The Husband or confirm that he will be home from work in time for me to be able get to my friends’ shows by curtain time…

The weekend calendar…what really happened…

Let’s see…

Saturday:

6:45 am I woke up.
7:05 am read a 6:57 am e-mail from My Kid’s soccer coach saying he was assumed the game would be called because of rain.
7:10 am I told My Kid she was off the hook, no 8:00 am soccer game.
7:15 am My Kid is sound asleep.
7:20 am Reading coaches latest e-mail sent at 7:13:50 am; “AYSO just identified that games are on for the day.
7:25 am I try to rouse My Kid without success.
7:35 am I give up on getting to the soccer game, My Kid’s not dressed–My Kid’s not even dressed. The car service isn’t her–the car service hasn’t even been called (We only take car service for the very early games, otherwise we take the subway.)
7:45 I am wracked with with guilt having just read a blog by a woman who describes; “8:00 am soccer games as a test of her commitment to parenthood.”
8:00 am soccer game 
12:00 pm Brownie Girl Scout field trip to Brooklyn Children’s Museum–this one did happen.  I got my kid to the Court Street subway stop to meet up with her troop leader and the other girls going to the Brooklyn Children’s Museum.

1:00 pm I’m walking alone in SoHo.

2:00 pm rehearsal Theatrelab, 14th Street, Chelsea Warshaw Sudio, Wooster Street, Soho.

Between 4:30 or 4:45 I arrive at the Court Street Subway station in Brooklyn Heights to wait for My Kid.  I chat with another waiting mother, about things like working out in the gym after the age of 40 and making proper meals so the kids won’t eat cereal for dinner… until they arrive at nearly 6 o’clock.
5:00 pm Fort Greene Momument lighing ceremony

Took My Kid home on the subway, stopped at Ralph’s. (The Election Night Fort Greene Street Party till 3:00am Ralph’s!)

Cooked some pasta and sauce.

Watched some TV.

Ran a bath for My Kid.

Read some “Geronimo Stilton” and some “Hans Christian Anderson” out loud.

Listened to some music from a different century on WNYC.

Talked to The Husband on the phone.

Fell asleep eventually…

Sunday:
Mass at 9 am or 11 am or 7 pm (…?…)
11:00 am Rehearsal at the studio in Soho–except that My Kid and I were very late because of all the different things things (kid slow to dress, printer acting up, forgot the script and went back for it, walked the wrong way after getting off the train, etc that each added about 10 minutes to our transition time–the baby and toddler mothers have certain issues in the rehearsal space; I have different issues just getting to the space with my “tiny teenager”–then my kid has her Ninetendo DS fro backup in case of boredom and everything is fine–not like those tiny little hungry, teething, nap needing, eccentric “lotion mushroom”, sharing-learning people we deal with during rehearsal.   (And I feel very guilty about being late to rehearsal, but this post is about the whole day…)

1:00 pm, rehearsal is over and an hour is plenty of time to get to the Guggenheim: stopped at Anne Klein store on the same block as the rehearsal studio to buy the boots that were on sale I looked at yesterday.  Then we stopped at the Dean and Deluca by the subway stop where My Kid chose pre-packaged cucumber and avocado sushi for her lunch. Then on the 4 train going uptown towards the Guggenheim we ran into a Brooklyn-mommy-friend and her kid also going to a museum, but they were on their way to the Whitney to see the Calder Circus, the mommy said they’d already seen the Catherine Opie exhibit and it was good.  When we got off the train at 86th and Lexington, My Kid was cold on the street so I said, lets go into that drugstore there and get one of those cheap hat/scarf/glove sets that are everywhere during the winter.  Well we went to a Duane Reade, a Wallgreens and a CVS enduring some tears and almost giving up and going straight home before we were able to buy a red High School Musical hat and glove set to keep My Kid warm as we walked the four blocks to the Guggenheim.   She commented as we walked along 88th Street that the buildings were all ordinary and not at all like what she expected since she’d seen pictures, and then she saw it. 

2:00 pm Guggeheim Family Day, PS 8 event–We arrive at 2:45

5:00 pm (almost) we leave the Guggenheim and catch a cab to 72nd and Columbus because we want to go to Tip Top Kids shoes because My Kid wants black boots (like mine) and I agree because we never did get around to getting her proper school shoes this fall so…We get to the shoe store and there are a mommy friend and two of her daughters, 2nd and 3rd grade sisters and friends of My Kid from her school in Brooklyn Heights, who select matching pairs of running shoes.  My kid gets her black boots, (Eventually choosing the more expensive waterproof warm ones over the shiny fancier pair).  We are the last customers in the store.

I thought we could eat on the Upper West Side and get dinner over with (when in doubt I always choose the restaurant I’ve never tried).  My Kid said she’d prefer to go home, drop off our purchases and pick up her homework and eat at a restaurant in our neighborhood.  So we got on the train.  The 1 train was crowded and we stood for a few stops, when we sat down I was slow to realize that the man sketching next to My Kid was Eric Davis.  We recognized each other and spoke for a while.  He was drawing ideas for his next incarnation his Red Bastard show.  He asked what I was doing and happily I had an answer; “My kid and I are in rehearsals for something for the Six Figures Artists of Tomorrow Festival at the West End Theatre.”

When we got off the train at Atlantic Center in Brooklyn we made a quick detour to the Children’s Place for some socks.  By the time we got to Fulton Street, My Kid was cold enough to decide she didn’t want to walk outside anymore that a frozen entree from Fresh Garden at home would be just fine.

And so here we are at home, My Kid’s finishing her homework and I’m starting to fade.

Weekend To Do List:

Feed kid 6 meals and 4 snacks  (mmm pretty much yeah…)

Make kid do homework  (She said she’s done.)

Make kid read (She read some.)

Prevent kid from watching too much TV (She couldn’t watch that much, we were gone most of the time.)

Clean some part of the apartment (maybe if My Kid falls asleep soon, or if I wake up early…

Where did my single spacing go and why can’t I get it back?  That’s what I want to know!

Wash some dishes (yeah, I’d better get that done before I go to bed…)
Put away some laundry (It’s still in bags in the cart in the middle of the living room…)
Read something (I didn’t even buy the Times…sigh.)
Write something (Does a blog post count?)
Fill out some application forms (Well that  didn’t happen!)
Shop for some food (do two trips to the corner deli, ten minutes before a meal, count?)

I’m done.  Gonna clock out as soon as the kid’s asleep…(maybe)…better go turn off the TV…

At the Guggenheim with My Kid

cinema liberte

cafe espresso and banned films

My kid keeps returning to the beanbag chairs and the film “Freaks” (1932) projected onto the wall

Brother Can You Spare a Dime?

Yesterday I read Tom Robbins story, in the Village Voice, http://www.villagevoice.com/2008-11-12/columns/how-obama-s-hopesters-took-ohio/

“I just know the one thing I’m going to do today is vote,” Wagner insisted. “I’m out of a job, and even the temp agencies are cutting back on hours. I’m hoping a lot of people make the right decision today for a president who’s going to bring change.”

Beside him, Kenny Gordon, 59, a big man with a graying beard wearing a Cleveland Browns cap stood in the parking lot holding a large “Obama–Biden” sign. He said he’d been dispatched by his local chapter of the steelworkers’ union. “I’m in the mills 40 years. I swore I’d never be there as long as my father; he did 42. But I’m getting there.” After high school, Gordon worked for awhile at Steinbrenner’s shipyards before switching to steel. “Back then, you could quit one job and get another that afternoon. There were 7,500 men in my mill when I started. All the closings have taken their toll. Jesus, there are so many empty homes now. One day, I’m watching TV, and it shows these people down in Texas living under a bridge. I look, and it’s one of my old neighbors. I couldn’t believe it. He told me he was going to get a job down there in oil because he heard it was busy. He ends up living under a bridge.”

This morning on NPR I heard a feature deconstructing the musicality and timeliness of the Depression Era song, “Brother Can You Spare a Dime”; http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=96654742

Checking the weekend calendar

Let’s see…

Saturday:
8:00 am AYSO soccer game, Prospect Park Parade Grounds
12:00 pm Brownie Girl Scout field trip to Brooklyn Children’s Museum
2:00 pm rehearsal Theatrelab, 14th Street, Chelsea
5:00 pm Fort Greene Monument lighting ceremony

Sunday:
Mass at 9 am or 11 am or 7 pm (…?…)
11:00 am Rehearsal at some studio in Soho
2:00 pm Guggeheim Family Day, PS 8 event

To Do:
Feed kid 6 meals and 4 snacks
Make kid do homework
Make kid read
Prevent kid from watching too much TV
Clean some part of the apartment
Wash some dishes
Put away some laundry
Read something
Write something
Fill out some forms
Shop for some food

No evening plans, sigh, The Husband is out of town

Will me and My Kid make it everywhere by the time we’re supposed to be there on the subway?

I think I’d better call car service for the soccer game tomorrow morning

Friday 9:00 pm; My Kid is very tired and still eating dinner and nowhere near in bed for the night. (There was a very stimulating Brownie Girl Scout ceremony in Brooklyn Heights this evening.) What are the chances of the next two days going smoothly?

Living in New York

My Kid had a field trip to the American Museum of Natural History. Robotics Team checking out the Global Warming special exhibit. Kid back to school with her team, I walk down Central Park West. Grandstands being erected for Thanksgiving Day Parade. Cold grey rainy birthday again–no wonder I went crazy producing outdoor parties for my July baby. Checking out the Billy Rose collection at the library of performing arts in Lincoln Center. Rush to Brooklyn Heights school for kid pickup. A train to F train up to Rockefeller Center where The Husband now works. Wandering around like tourists as is our want. Times Square Marriott 8th floor lobby for a drink. Ruby Foo’s for dinner after the theatre rush has gone. Home to Brooklyn on the subway. A path of least resistance.

Happy Birthday to Me, I’m 29 again!

I’m too old to be on “So You Think You Can Dance”. The auditions are taking place at this very moment just blocks away from my Brooklyn apartment, at the Mark Morris Dance Studio. According to the official rules posted on line: contestants must be between the ages of 18 and 30.

So close in distance and so far in years.

We are big fans. My Kid loves the show and her favorite dancers always make it to the finals. She looks forward to being big enough to dance in sparkles and high heels. I look back on my former flexibility when doing the splits was just a part of my regular stretching routine. Now, without having “made a mistake” high school, I am old enough to be the mother of the younger aspiring professionals waiting in line to dance for their chance to be on TV. I’m more like the wierd old people with the thick torsos who sit behind the judging table and tell the young dancers what they are doing wrong.

Should I tell My Kid that I’m too old? She think’s I’m 29. She also thinks her teacher is 20.

She doesn’t know about the audition. Neither did I, until I just found out just now, via a fellow mommy’s twitter about the crazy long line right here in our ‘hood.

Should I tell My Kid I am the same age as her school principal, that my age is about the same as Michelle and Barack Obama. PRESIDENTS ARE REQUIRED TO BE OLD!

After the election last week, one of My Kid’s classmates spent the whole school day showing everyone she came in contact with a picture of Barack Obama clipped from a newspaper.
“He’s got grey hairs! Look! See right there! He’s got grey hair!”

Last summer back in my home town, we went to the popular ice cream stand that is a real scene for young families and college students. My daughter and her cousins came running through the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs.
“How old are you Aunt Kathie? How old are you Mom?”
“I’m 29.”
“No you’re not. How old are you really?”
“I’m 29.”
“No you’re not! UNCLE MARTIN IS 44 AND YOU’RE OLDER THAN HE IS!!!!!!!”
“I’M 29!”
“Why do you say you’re 29?”
“Because that’s what grown-ups say when they don’t want to tell people how old they are.”