Saturday, November 6, 2010

Chess by Ulvaeus and Andersson

Front Row Centre Players is the name of the company that is presenting Chess at the Pumphouse Theatre.

Wyona, Greg, Charise, Gabriel and I went to see the opening performance last night to watch Lurene on stage and to hear Tim in the 10 piece orchestra. “One Night in Bangkok” is the tune most people know from the musical.

The themes are love, home, betrayal and identity, all of which Svetlana (Lurene) had to embody as the wife of the Russian chess player.

Her bio reads “Lurene plays a mean trombone and a terrifying accordion (it’s new). You can frequently find her marching with the Kings Own Calgary Regimental Band or sitting in with the Southern Stardust Big Ban. She would like to thank Tim, her siblings and her parents for their love. Obicham te.!”

And about about the show? Lurene had two numbers – duets that hushed the house. She and the female lead have voices that blended perfectly, every note in tune, her body in character, attention focused on the way the song was moving the plot along, and eliciting a few tears from the people in the audience. A show highlight.

“Where did you get that wonderful costuming,” I asked.

“From other theatre companies, from second-hand stores and whatever the costume designer could find for us. I wasn’t all that happy with one of the dresses I wore, but it had been dry-cleaned for me.”

I had looked at that dress carefully. So had Wyona. A busy Russian purple print, a large square collar trimmed with lace that really didn’t work but that was meant to feminize the dress. The dress captured the look of the stereotype of an abandoned Russian wife. And Lurene played the part perfectly. Not the dress that anyone would want to wear but perfect costuming to bring us a character whom Lurene then softened and humanized. She had her cameo on stage as an actress as well – two duets and an acting vignette. Even Svetlana' crying gave echos of a realism no one wants to experience.

The floor of the set was painted like a chess game, and the chess board broke apart and was moved to create different scenes. Much of the costuming was in the black and white (and greys) of a chess set.

There was a reception on the opening night. The black and white checkered table cloth on which the perogies were served after the performance kept to the theme. The music for Chess is by Bjorn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson, two of the Bs from ABBA. So ABBA music was played during the post-show reception. I watched the people in line – everyone’s feet tap or shoulders move or fingers are snapping when ABBA is the background sound they hear.

I saw a new Lurene costumed in the “One Night in Bangkok” song. Black and white and grey, a fabulous hat, large grey stipes, contrasting leg warmers, black leather boots, and all of those dancing moves. Check them out if she ever gets under the mirror ball at the lake.

Oh yes, Tim’s bio read “Tim’s only in the show because he has a crush on the estranged wife of the Russian chess champion.”

Many reviews give the bloopers. One of the stage steps broke in half just as one of the characters left it. No harm there. The lead female character fell and hurt herself, but she made it look like it was part of the act. And poor Lurene, she had to lug on a suitcase in a scene at the airport. It made her husband look bad, the only flaw in his character – making her cart that suitcase around.

“Oh, that wasn’t supposed to be that way. He went backstage and when he came out it was our cue and he said, ‘Come on. Let’s go’, but he forgot to pick up the suitcase that he was supposed to carry. So I just lugged it in and made it look like I was having trouble.”

"I was worried," said Wyona. "It looked so heavy."

"It weighs about one pound," said Lurene. "What you saw was just part of my act."

The show has two matinees – Saturday and Sunday and runs for 3 weeks at the pumphouse, at 7:30 pm. There is a language warning for children, but I think Gabe has heard his grandmother say worse.

Arta

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

My Halloween

Hi Everyone

I went to a Halloween party at curling. I was dress as samurai warrior. I had candy. I went to a Halloween party at bowling.

Zoe

Three Mid-Terms This Week

"I have three mid-terms this week."

That is what Connor said to me this morning as a reply after I said to him, "Sad. Both of us up and have had our showers before 5:45 am. I haven't seen you for a long time. Nice to say hello. I was wondering if you live here, or if you just shower here."

"Oh, I shower at the university, too," he said. "I do it by just splashing water on my face." Then laughing, he went off to make his breakfast ... and study.

Mid-terms aside, life is good here. A chinook has brought strong winds, so strong that the garbage pails roll up and down our alley unless they are pinned down to the ground. The door of Richard's salvage-for-parts-van swings in the wind unless it is duct taped closed. And the clothes on my neighbour's clothes-line flap as though agitated by extra-terrestrial forces.

While the flowers are all gone, still there is green grass and no snow on the ground. A nice long fall.

Arta

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Getting Ready for Fall Adventures



Hello,

Marcia is over at Chisholm teaching me how to download my pictures and then blog using my pictures.

Get ready for The Fall Adventure of Wyona and Greg as we use our new camera, computer and retired brains travelling in Europe.

Wyona... not finished, just learning how to move my load photos...

So I loaded Glen on The Rock. I loaded it but it didn't make it to the blog. Already, one lost picture.


That's it.

Moving on.

Wyona

Concealer

Thomas told me that I am looking very tired. He is not the only one to say that.

After about 15 such messages from other people, I said to Kelve, “People are telling me I look tired, but you know very well that I could walk the legs off of you. I have so much energy. Still, for some reason, I am looking tired.”

“I agree. You could walk me into the ground. And ... you do look tired,” he said.

“Well, Wyona told me that I look tired and she said to go get some concealer to take that look of weariness out of the bags under your eyes. Oh, maybe it is that you don’t wear glasses anymore,” she continued, “and people are seeing you in a new way – but still – get some make-up -- concealer would do.”

Thus, I stopped by the cosmetic counter at London Drugs, yesterday. I said to the clerk, “Just take a look at my face and sell me the concealer that is going to take away this tired look.”

She got very close.

She touched the skin under my eyes.

She stared a little more and then said, “Your skin tones are fine. I can’t sell you anything that will help. What it looks like is that you have blood pooling under your eyes and you should see your optometrist about that.”

Ah hah!

My two cataract operations.

The trade-off for having the operations ... bruising under my eyes ... that will leave by the end of December, if I am lucky.

When I went to visit Wyona yesterday, she had just come home from shopping.

“Hey,” she said, “I bought you some concealer today.”


Arta

Tail Gate Party for Seniors

The Tail Gate Party wasn’t limited to seniors. It is just that seniors were there, standing around the trunk of Wyona’s new car as were the younger people: Glen, Janet, Bonnie and Moiya. In the parking lot behind the Salmar Theatre in Salmon Arm, we crowded around eating chicken salad sandwiches, egg salad sandwiches, munching on cheese-stuff celery and eating carrot cake. The opera, Boris Gudonov, startd at 9 am. We are already at the second intermission by lunch time, after which tail-gate party, we were fortified for more opera

People dress up for the opera, in Salmon Arm and even if it is 9 am Saturday morning. We could tell on the streets which people were headed there, as it was too early for shoppers to be on the streets, and those dressed up in their Sunday best, but carrying thermoses and lunch bags were surely on their way to the same theatre we were headed for.

As if a five hour opera isn’t enough for one day, we had to go to the showing of the Sundance Festival’s Grand Jury Award movie, Winter’s Bone in the evening. Thank you to the Salmon Arm Movie Festival for arranging to have us see that 2010 winner as well.

A couple of days ago I was in Blockbuster and could hear a haunting tune as I was skimming the shelves for some biographical movies. I looked up to see what was playing on the overhead screens, and sure enough, it was that beginning tune from Winter’s Bone – a haunting Ozark melody.

The movie cost $7. I can't match that price in the city. Moiya’s ticket was $6, since you could buy 5 tickets for $30. She has four tickets left now, so join up with her if you happen to be in Salmon Arm for the next movie the festival presents.

A few days after our most excellent morning, afternoon and evening movie event, a visitor said to me, "I don't think I could live out here. Too rural." That may be true for them, but for me, if city life is faster than Saturday's rural life, I couldn't take the pace of urban life, anymore.

I am slowing down
Arta

Monday, November 1, 2010

Halloween

Connor has been getting his costume ready for several days – the beard part at least. When I tell him that he should keep growing that facial hair for at least two months, he says I am only one of two people who think he should keep it.

One of the other parts of his costuming involve a very nicely done black-eye – racoon eye says Mati to him after observing it.

"Yes. Looks like you have had a brain injury to the back of your head and the bleeding is coming out of your eyes."

Good make-up.

The easy part to the costume was turning an old pair of jeans into just a little more ragged than they were before, and donning a jacket that looks like an “I’m a lumber jack and I’m OK” coat, one that has lain winkled on the floor for several days.

The crowning glory is stance. Connor has a second career ahead of him in the theatre if his academic stint goes astray. He can stoop to make a gentle slope on his back, lift one shoulder higher than the other and limp at the same time.
He is a bum, he said and will carry one bottle in a brown paper bag and a garbage bag in the other hand to collect bottles. I hope he can bring home enough empties from the party he is going to, that he will be able to replace the old pair of jeans he cut up, with a new pair. “Do you know that some people spend a lot of money on their costumes? Someone asked me if I had purchased mine yet,” he said. “I am not spending a lot of money on Halloween – yet another day for unnecessary commerce to go on.”

Now that sounded like David Pilling, not Connor.

A couple of days ago there was a pumpkin carving party at Jeremy’s. One pumpkin is going outside at Jeremy’s and the rest will be lit inside. I can hardly wait to hear how the party went last night. Can a person turn the jack-o-lanterns into pumpkin soup after a candle has been lit in it all evening? Will that heat just act as the beginning of the roast, or ruin the flesh?

Stay tuned.

I love Halloween. Any excuse to buy a new dish for example! The Halloween ornaments and partyware at Winners were 70% off on Saturday. I picked up a cute black and orange bowl that had a witch riding along the side of it. The container had been $15 so now it was $5 dollars. I couldn’t help myself. I took it to the till, and all of the tills were 5 to 6 people long. Everyone’s carts were full of important stuff. I was in a rush and more jealous of my time than of having that bowl. I took it back to its sale table and left to go get some computer paper at the Source – for which there was no line up.

I figure I saved myself 20 minutes and $5.

Connor lit his pumpkin tonight and put it out by the birch tree in our front yard. The cuts he made on it are decorative and look like the Egyptian all-seeing eye. The candle burns right through the centre hole, right where the iris should be. When I queried him, he didn’t seem to know what the Egyptian all-seeing eye was. I am guessing he must have been a Pharaoh in a former life, because a person just can’t come up with that design out of nowhere.

I had two little bunches of kids come to the door tonight.

One little boy said in amazement to his dad, “Look how much stuff we are getting.”

Halloween, the second best day of the year.

I brought Connor’s pumpkin in, roasted it, pureed the flesh and we are in for some good post-Halloween pumpkin soup this week.

Yum!

Love,

Arta