View onto the stage from the balcony. The fire safety curtain is down, so set pieces are not visible.David wanted me to clarify that, contrary to my "bored.bored.bored" blog item, we are not so pathetic. Perhaps. My intention was to be on the humorous side of things -- a flair of melodrama -- but he did not want to alarm our readers, it seems. To this effect he has written an entry. (And posted an even more ridiculous photo of us.) But I confess I do not wholly agree with the Dutch-New Yorker trade being a fair and square one. I tend to think that the a Dutch person in New York is better off than a New Yorker in Amsterdam... or in Utrecht, as we are now, for rehearsals.
I'd also add that *I*, of all the creatives, have been the most positive person about living temporarily in Amsterdam. It's true. You should hear all the other complaints. At least I took matters into my own hands awhile. I roast chickens in small ovens weekly, religiously. I ride a pink bicycle -- the Dutch kind -- and dodge cars and pedestrians in an attempt to assimilate. I've made myself sick with Jonge cheese and Oud cheese. I've sampled Krezip, a Dutch rock band. But even I have succumbed to being homesick.
Maybe it's the work situation, not life in Holland. It's enormously better than life in Hamburg, hands down.
Tech period can be a trying blend of dreariness and stressful pressure. Everything takes a long time, yet we are constantly aware of how little time we have before an audience enters into the picture. We now work afternoons and nights, which means we get picked up at 12:30pm, rehearse from 1:30 to 11pm, have a technical meeting, and come home to Amsterdam... at which point it is 12:30am at the earliest. Long days ahead from here until opening, but it'll also happen quickly!
And so it goes. This process is not new to us, we should be able to do this in our sleep at this point. Stage throws nice opening night parties, though, so I hope all the exhaustion will evaporate with a good party.
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