Some days in the studio go well. Some do not. Some days are half and half like today. I thought I was good to go, ready to play all showered and coffeed up and on time (despite the F train) for rehearsal. But somewhere in the getting going of things I lost confidence. It was pointed out that I wasn’t breathing properly during warm ups. The words I chose when it was my turn during the one-word-at-a-time-story exercise were called “too modern”. By the time we had to make up our “love incantations”, an improvisation which can produce some crazy fun, I felt like a 7th grader hoping nobody will notice her. Needless to say my improvised love incantation was neither powerful or funny.
Aghhh! Shake it off!
After the mid-rehearsal 10-minute break I did and was able to have fun.
It goes against the Protestant work ethic to put oneself into a situation wherein if it’s not fun, little work can be produced.
Wierd.