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Golda’s Balcony Notes – Day 4

From 9.7.07: our 1st day of staging. We finish text work, from p. 27 on, then get into it – beginning blocking at 4 pm.

We talk about how the biggest conflict in the Middle East is between secular and religious people. In Israel, even the most secular Jews are more in touch with religion. But their making room for the fundamentalists of Judaism in the country has, in a way, backfired, as that population has expanded into a huge conservative swing minority.

Golda’s character’s passion is intellectual, not religious.

Aaron has a great sense of what motivates digression, the sense of how thoughts turn. He also has a good way of leaving things open-ended: “Let’s keep this on our table of questions. Once we know this play better, we’ll be able to answer it.”

We discuss the opening beat – we won’t actually be having Camille smoke. We talk through it, then run through it. Aaron, coming fresh off the design meeting, emphasizes that the images on the screen are pictures in her brain.

Then we start working forward, one section at a time. No preblocking. It’s run, improvise through, run again.

We work without the table and chair but end up putting both back.

We’re finding in the enacting that it’s best if these 3rd-party people face directly out front.

Lots of clarifying of simple stuff: who Golda’s speaking to and when, where her attention is.

It’s amazing how carrying an ashtray across a square of empty space, SL to SR, can change an environment, a play, a set, so completely. Placement of objects transforms a space. Props are powerful.

Everything comes through Golda’s mind. She puts memories on hold to reflect on them, then they come back to her and she reenacts them.

In a little less than 2 hours, we stage through the first section, top of p.4.

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Golda

Golda’s Balcony Notes – Day 3

(from 9.6.07) (I’d better get better at typing these as I go, or I’m going to hate Sunday nights) (Working with Shiyan and Vickie C. in the living room)

I am late to our first design meeting because I spend time looking for the Phantom Bike Bridge which supposedly goes over Willow. I don’t find it, have to double back, and – again – get to battle with a bunch of cars trying to get on the 101 North.

First design meeting:
Discussion of unconscious images vs. literal slideshow. We’re going for the unconscious, for Golda’s inner brain-images, not for the CNN powerpoint presentation.
Use of two screens – larger scrim, smaller projection screen. The little screen is more defined, more TV-esque, but the larger is more dreamlike & expressive.

Chad, our projection designer, shows sample images on his computer, lots of them. The black and white photos of the Cyprus camps are the most striking to me, but he has a great one of a boarded up door (Kiev, pogrom) (Nabokov, anyone?) too. He reminds Aaron that it’s easy to cut or move images during tech, and also about our ability to shift images by pixels on the larger screen. Sounds awesome.

We all agree to avoid being like Ken Burns or using images of war in a sensationalized or romanticized manner.

Discussion of the recurring Bach – Cliff, our sound designer thinks it’s the kind of music that supports any emotional state – it takes people’s impressions well. Cliff is a less-is-more guy, at least on this, and doesn’t want to overpower Camille’s voice. (Camille can probably handle any sound cue we can think of. She has a really great voice.) But he’s subtle. As are all the designers on this. We’re not superscoring it.

War of the Strings.
Sound designer: A cello’s just a big fiddle.
Director: Or, a fiddle’s just a very small cello?

We start talking through projection and sound cues and begin establishing the actual time of the Yom Kippur War, the ’73 section, as unscored by image or sound. We also don’t want to pop up real people. Aaron says we never want to bring in an image just as it’s spoken, either, but fade in and out around it.

After lunch, our third and final day of table work.

We’re finding a rhythm in the writing: moving between reporting (events of the war) and reflecting (meaning of events.) A third mode exists, too, of enacting, when she actually lives out moments as they happen.

Golda is a pessimist looking for optimism.

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Golda’s Balcony Notes – Day 2

From 9.5.07.

On to our second day of table work. We begin mid-section 3, on page 11. Aaron wants to reexamine some of the text changes we made on the first day.

We discuss the kibbutz as a social experiment. Aaron’s friend who grew up in one of them has seen the survival mechanisms of the unit change completely – his kibbutz now manufactures body armor. “From fig groves to body armor” – or, as Golda says, “I began with the redemption of the human race and end up in the munitions business.”

Discussion about attributions in a one-person show: including the “he said, she said” or not.

The land lost in the ’67 war is still the most divisive issue in the Middle East.

1st break: resume on p. 19.

Aaron wants Camille to step into King Abdullah’s authority, his point of view, his rightness about his own view of the world. He talks about how from the POV of the Arab world that Jews have been second-class citizens for hundreds of years. That the takeover by the Jews of Arab lands is doubly humiliating for this reason. That since both the Arab lands and the African states are leaving their colonial period, Jews coming back to Palestine is both like re-colonization AND a people they see as being second-class taking over.

Recurring theme / recurring dream

Our first pass is done by 4 pm. We discuss tomorrow’s schedule: a design meeting while Camille runs lines, then we’re going to dig into staging.

Aaron talks about how we don’t want this production to be vaudeville. We want the flavor of the different voices without transforming completely. Especially in the big scenes with the family and Morris, this will be a challenge.

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Golda, metablog

Notes, Notes, Notes

I’m about to “upload” a week of rehearsal notes. This all seems like quite a lot to dump into this blog, but I think it’s better to maintain my notes here than in a Word doc. For the following reasons:

1) It takes too long to open up Word.

2) When my computer dies (God forbid) but as it will, as all laptops do, my notes will be here.

3) Writing them in a blog will make me make them more interesting.

4) Feeling a little kerfuffled.

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a propos of nothing

Doppelganger.myspace.com

So, get this: there’s another Dara Weinberg, and she’s also 25. She appears to be a costume designer of some sort. And she lives in Los Angeles. She’s on IMDB for costumes, too! I’m proud by juxtaposition. And her friends leave her messages like “I don’t think I can find the right DP for you” and “We are bringing gloves back this fall” and “Thank you for making shoes.” And she’s a member of a Myspace group called “Daras Of The World.”

If you’re reading this, D.W., I want to do a show together – about human cloning. Let’s make it happen. In fact, let’s adapt NEVER LET ME GO for the stage – for the slow, realistic, picture-naturalist, Geffen-Schmeffen-Stage. And let’s surprise them all with the CLONES.

If you Google us, you mostly get me – but I’m sure as her film costuming career takes off, that’ll change, and you’ll have to type in “Dara Weinberg + improvised choruses” or something to get me.

I’m really happy she’s out there. She must have snapped up the Myspace after I let it expire..Better with her than me. Myspace is too weird for me to handle.

Now I’m really just avoiding getting this bike.

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Golda, humor rhymes with tumor

Quote O’ The Day

Actor: I wish my character cursed.
Director: Me too.
Actor: Does she ever?
Me: I’ll look into it.
Actor: What’s a Jewish curse?
Me: Oy?
Director: That’s complaining, not cursing. Hey, maybe that’s part of the Jews’ problems – all of their curses are really complaints…

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I Want To Ride My Bicycle (part 2 in a saga)

Yesterday, I accidentally recoded the lock on Vickie’s bike while stopping into the Village Stationers on Santa Cruz Ave, to buy a backpack, because I thought biking miles carrying my computer in a purse was a really good idea.

Couldn’t open it.

Shiyan and Belinda took me back to Menlo, and I took another bike to work today – failing to find the mysterious bike bridge over Willow Road, and again almost getting creamed to a pulp on the overpass.

Today, after riding Bike #2 a good mile out of my way through EPA and up University to avoid said Willow, after asking two bike stores to cut the chain off Bike #1 (the one on University refused cause it was too far away, the one on Menlo said only the police would do that), I took one last crack at the lock on Bike #1.

Sure enough, Vickie was right – I had just reset it by one digit. This is why she’s an engineer and I’m not.

Rode Bike #1 home. Now about to walk back to Santa Cruz and ride Bike #2 home. When that is all over, I’ll have ridden 11 miles – no, 13.5- and walked a good 3.  Talk about triathlon in spite of yourself. Now I’m swimming too…

If I had *realized* this show involved a daily ten-mile bike commute, I might have hesitated.

Well, not really.  I’d bike twice as far to be working on this show. I’m enjoying it so much.

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