
(photo “acquired” from the internet and taken by the amazing Joan Marcus)
The following writing, poem for lack of a better word, is inspired by the Company (by company I mean Creatives, Cast, Crew, Producers, Musicians, Managers) of The SpongeBob Musical headed up by Tina Landau and her Viewpoints!
June 19, 2016
An Opening thought for The Best Day Ever…
We have been guided to shape a world with seemingly no rules
so full of joy and colors that it could make a rainbow blush.
We are made stronger by a group gesture of kindness
when the world has delivered pain that has broken through our make-believe.
Our environment is the architecture of mad genius
its slopes and angles offering a comfort that we call home.
There is a spatial relationship between new friends that we quickly call family
this family is there to support us at our most vulnerable moments.
We move at a tempo set for us by the moment we are in
then in the speed of light we are delivered to the moment we live in now.
We remain uncertain of the duration of this beauty we create
but strive to continue with strength and conviction to bring happiness.
All of our senses are alive in a kinesthetic response with the audience
living in the energy that only human response can bring to our art.
Our foundation is built on repetition of action
but within that repetition blows the nuance that leads to change.
Using our soft focus we take in this magical journey with all of its twists and turns
landing in this time, that we’ve come to today, which we all embrace
As. Something. Special.
My viewpoints have been wrapped in a whirl of joy surrounded by beautiful spirits
The familiar who is always ready with a quip full of heart
The one who tries anything and everything beyond comprehension
The professional who wraps us all up into being better
The little engine who could and has done and done and done
The trodder who brings a base of history with their every move
The youth who are still growing into their very talented paws
The creative who have a light in their eyes that cannot be extinguished
The steadfast that offer a calm in the creative storm
I learn and I learn and I learn and I learn and I learn and I learn
you all make me better and for that I remain forever grateful.
“That’s the way I was brought up.” This was a quote from a friend and fellow Stage Manager, Kenny McGee, referring to coming up as a young stage manager in the professional theatre. This statement has stuck with me; “That’s the way I was brought up.” Assistants like Kenny and I, people of a certain age you might say, had the opportunity to work with the Stage Managers of the Golden Age of Stage Managing in this business. They had such specific styles and were all so wildly diverse and elegant in their own way. Masters of the craft like Steven Zweigbaum who had experiences that resulted in many a new rule in the Equity Agreement after his time with David Merrick on the original 42nd Street. Working with Steven came with an amazing array of theatre stories; I could sit and listen for hours. He was a stage manager before the British invasion (the big one in the 80’s) when Stage Managers really managed the entire show. There weren’t teams of residents and associates that did this and maintained that. You had a dance captain or two and had to develop a fierce relationship with the director. Beverley Randolph was another major force in the Stage Manager kingdom, she was the broad of the boards, and insisted in being the boss in the room. Talk about the Golden Age of Broadway; know a guy called Jerome Robbins? Bev did, as well as Hal Prince & James Lapine. You look down her resume and you see many directors who frequented her Stage Manager styling. As Bev’s assistant you did things her way, period, full stop. She had her own elegance and style as a stage manager that was irrefutable and she did it all in pumps and pearls! So hold off on that bra burning…its not at all necessary. Peter Lawrence, this is a fella that has done them big and small. Everyone who has had the good fortune to work with Peter from Assistants to Producers know they are in good hands; he’s a man of the theatre. When you worked for these Stage Managers you made sure your T’s were crossed and the bathrooms were clean, even if you had to do them yourself. It was a matter of respect and hard work. You weren’t positioning yourself to be the next Production Stage Manager for X, Y and Z, you didn’t dare. The director may not even realize you were part of the team because we were just there to do our job for the PSM.
Armed with a crystal ball of instinct you may be the last to know the masters that you serve are serving it up to their own demons, ones much bigger than your own. You enter a day like any other but quickly realize that you, the solver…cannot solve. You cannot collaborate; you are left only to take the blow.