TheaterWorks Community Players. On Tenors, Toast, and TV.
Wow, I'm in shock, but not the type of shock you get from toasting bread in the bath. It's a good shock.
Janice and I went to see community theater last night. Now, for those of you who don't know me personally, let me set the stage. I live in the middle of nowhere. I often tell that to my big-city friends and they laugh.
"One stoplight town, huh?"
No. My town (actually it's a village) has zero stop lights.
Yep, zero stop lights, one convenience store that closes at 9 PM, a paint factory with a hole in the roof, a postal trailer that closes at noon each day, and a couple hundred cattle. The local roads are rarely patrolled and very twisty; just perfect for my Mini Cooper. The nearest city of any size, Martinsville, has 13,559 citizens.
It was this city Janice and I visited last night. Despite the diminutive size, Martinsville has a very active theater group. Strange I know. Strange, but fun. The group performed Lend Me a Tenor, written by Ken Ludwig, and Jan and I expected to be entertained, but, wow! Performed on a simple, but well-done stage, the play was side-splittingly funny.
I doubt anyone was paid, perhaps some of the money went to the TheaterWorks president/manager guy, maybe not. For sure, no one is getting rich off the endeavor.
There might be a morale here, or a lesson to be learned. Something about sticking with your passion, doing what you love, et cetera, et cetera. Maybe not. I know the actors seemed really jazzed when we met them after the show. Much more so than the people watching TV in the bar we dropped by later.
See you tomorrow.
Janice and I went to see community theater last night. Now, for those of you who don't know me personally, let me set the stage. I live in the middle of nowhere. I often tell that to my big-city friends and they laugh.
"One stoplight town, huh?"
No. My town (actually it's a village) has zero stop lights.
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| L to R. Betty Joe Turner, Jamie Donovant, Lanetta Byrd, and Max Hall. |
Yep, zero stop lights, one convenience store that closes at 9 PM, a paint factory with a hole in the roof, a postal trailer that closes at noon each day, and a couple hundred cattle. The local roads are rarely patrolled and very twisty; just perfect for my Mini Cooper. The nearest city of any size, Martinsville, has 13,559 citizens.
It was this city Janice and I visited last night. Despite the diminutive size, Martinsville has a very active theater group. Strange I know. Strange, but fun. The group performed Lend Me a Tenor, written by Ken Ludwig, and Jan and I expected to be entertained, but, wow! Performed on a simple, but well-done stage, the play was side-splittingly funny.
I doubt anyone was paid, perhaps some of the money went to the TheaterWorks president/manager guy, maybe not. For sure, no one is getting rich off the endeavor.
There might be a morale here, or a lesson to be learned. Something about sticking with your passion, doing what you love, et cetera, et cetera. Maybe not. I know the actors seemed really jazzed when we met them after the show. Much more so than the people watching TV in the bar we dropped by later.
See you tomorrow.
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