Busy Holiday Week
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taz_39Monday, being the 3rd, I noticed that many of my friends had to work.
Well, Independence Day is only one day after all. Lame, but there it is.
I felt "ok" after breakfast--this is only my second day on the Prilosec and it can take four days to fully work--just had a little bit of cramping/burning when I ate raspberries, and after finishing my coffee (which I made weaker than usual and sipped slowly and carefully.) We will see how things are by Wednesday, and that will determine whether I'm doing a $$$$ CT scan.
After breakfast I decided to bake a loaf of bread.
I picked a SUPER simple recipe with only six ingredients and no Tangzhong method: flour, sugar, salt, water, butter, yeast.
Throw it all in a bowl and mix, then knead.
Let rise, bake. Voila, "a bread".
Turns out, I didn't have enough bread flour so had to use majority wheat flour.
As a result the loaf is a bit dense, but the crumb is nice and even. It also blew out the side a little bit, but that's ok.
The texture is more crumbly too because of the lower protein in wheat flour + no Tangzhong.
All of this was pretty much expected. It baked up nice and it's edible so it's a good first loaf after essentially two years of no baking.
And no matter how bread turns out, the house smells FANTASTIC afterward :)
Practiced some trombone but didn't take myself too seriously with it.
In the evening Jameson and I watched Evil Dead Rise. Jameson likes "hokey" horror but I'm not really into it other than to make snide comments about the usual tropes (car won't start, victims suddenly forget how to run away, etc). It was fun to watch, though, and there were some cute references to other great horror films.
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Today is the 4th of July! Independence Day!
I don't care!
Not surprisingly, we are not feeling very patriotic. I'm sitting here with a mildly burning stomach knowing that if it doesn't magically resolve itself by tomorrow I'll have to get a costly out-of-pocket CT scan. OR I could ignore it and hope it isn't or doesn't become something serious. Because there is no ACTUAL HEALTH CARE for someone like me.
I'm wondering how much of these physical symptoms are being caused by pure anxiety and nerves.
Anyway, I am no longer incapacitated by my stomach cramping up, but I do still feel uncomfortable burning after breakfast, after dinner, and sometimes in the middle of the day too. The clinician said to schedule the CT "on Wednesday if you don't see improvement". I mean, there's SOME improvement?
We spent the 4th playing video games, reading books, swimming in the pool, talking, and making the Chicago dog baked potatoes with sweet corn. Well, I did that last bit anyway. They were tasty! It's just a baked potato with a Sabrett dog (or whatever you want to use), lettuce and tomato, pickles, sport peppers, celery salt, onion, and a honey mustard dressing. You can also add whatever condiments you want of course.
The sweet corn required the least effort and was soooooo good. It's been a long time since either of us have had it, and I don't know about Jameson but for me it brought nostalgia and was a good "memory food" for the 4th. And interestingly, none of this hurt my stomach at all.
At night our neighborhood erupted with fireworks. Someone was setting them off in the middle of the street outside our house, so I went out to watch a bit and applaud (applause = "I'm not here to be a bitchy Karen and call the cops"). We went to bed early because we both have long days tomorrow.
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(Blah blah disclaimer, this is all my own thought and opinion and does not reflect the views of Disney or any of it's affiliates, etc etc)
We were both up at 6am on Wednesday, Jameson to load in at the Dr. Phillips Center for Spamalot, and me to go to Disney Traditions!
I drove out to Disney University, which is just a big office building used for all sorts of training. There were a lot of people filing in, and everyone was greeted with Disney smiles. I felt bewildered by all the courtesy; I started to queue and then was called directly over (when was the last time a customer service person didn't scream, "I CAN HELP THE NEXT GUEST", but instead made eye contact and said, "Come over here and I'll get you started!" For me it's been a LONG time.)
I was whisked through sign-in, given a promotional bag for Disney's credit union, and found myself swept up in a little creek of humanity into a cafeteria, which is where we all waited to be called for our training sessions. It was quite noisy in there, mostly because a large group of African folks were being gathered and receiving instruction/doing call-and-response with a Disney castmember speaking an African language. I suspect they're part of Disney's Cultural Representative Program.
Soon enough we were called. My training group was huge, something like 60-70 people.
We sat at round tables and got bombarded with all sorts of information, all centered around Disney's "Five Keys": Safety, Courtesy, Inclusion, Show, and Efficiency. Inclusion is a new "key", and a much needed one for every employer out there, frankly.
As you might expect, we can't go into detail about what training is like and couldn't take pictures or anything like that.
I'll just say that it was a full 8-hour day, we covered a lot of information and our trainers were awesome. Both were from Pennsylvania so I was biased toward them anyway :p At one point we got to hop on a bus and visit Main Street, Magic Kingdom, and Tomorrowland, but it was ridiculously hot (heat index on the pavement was around 115°F!) and a storm was moving in so we were probably only out there for 30-40 minutes. Of special note is the fact that the "Disney Look"--Disney's dress code--has been loosened. You can now have visible arm tattoos, beards, longer hair, and some more costume flexibility. This is probably partially the result of COVID, and partially the result of Inclusion. Now people who have tattoos, or who look a certain way for a specific reason, may be able to apply to work, whereas before they could have been sort of passively excluded by the dress code requirements.
At the end of training, in rather dramatic and ceremonial fashion, we were presented with our name tags, followed shortly by our Castmember ID badges. Several people got emotional when receiving theirs; lots of people in this world dream of working for Disney, but it can be VERY difficult to actually get a job there in any department. I am proof of that. I've been applying to work for Disney, in every capacity from Custodial to Corporate, for twenty years.
And here it is. Proof that I am employed by Disney.
Even though I’m just a substitute musician, being a Disney employee is a goal I’ve had since I started playing the trombone.
Some people got here much faster, or advanced higher.
I got here in my own time, and I got here at all.
If I do get called to perform for Candlelight this Christmas, I will do my very best.
But whether I do or not, either way I am thrilled to have gotten this far.
After training I gathered my things and drove downtown to the Dr. Phillips Center, where Encore was loading in with Spamalot.
I was late, but the orchestra hadn't even tuned yet so it was all good.
Tootsie performed at the Dr. Phil last year. It felt odd to be in the pit again, with six or seven times the number of people crammed down there, and me on the opposite side. And I walked backstage and knew exactly where to go, and saw my name on the wall with the Tootsie tag. How strange.
The pit:
Sound check was fine but it was SO loud down there, by the time we got out I had a blazing headache.
Then I made a very poor choice and chugged half of a protein shake with my dose of Omeprazole for the night, and immediately had stomach cramps and nausea. To be clear, this was likely not from the shake itself, but from slamming it into an empty stomach with a medication that impedes digestion. The headache (which quickly became a painful and nausea-inducing migraine) also did not help. Which meant I spent the rest of my night on the floor with my eyes closed while Jameson watched The Office, then we went to bed early.
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Thursday, I got up early because I had another Disney training session.
I was happy to realize within the first few bites of breakfast that my stomach was not going to give me any trouble, but it did feel a little raw so I consciously made myself eat more slowly than usual (I DO tend to gulp down food at times and will need to work on unlearning that behavior.) Eating slowly, my stomach actually felt a lot better and I was able to finish a whole cup of coffee, which I haven't been able to do all week.
Packed a little nonperishable lunch and headed out around 9am.
This one was safety and PPE-based, and it was about four hours of safety and informational videos.
When that was over I had just about an hour at home to pack myself a dinner and take a breather before we had to head downtown for sound check and rehearsal. We were supposed to do a full run at 8pm, but for whatever reason Production dragged their feet so hard that we didn't even start until 9:30. The whole day was a lot of sitting around for me, between Disney PPE training and rehearsal.
By the time we got home and in bed it was 12:30. My stomach had been fine for the entire day, even after scarfing down my dinner at rehearsal without thinking.
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Friday, we both woke up slightly later than usual.
I felt fairly normal after eating breakfast, just a slight acidic feeling.
I've gone ahead and scheduled a CT scan for Tuesday, and a GI consultation for the following Tuesday.
Turns out the CT scan is only between $200-$300, which is a price I'm willing to pay out of pocket to make sure this isn't something serious.
Reminder that my mom discovered she had stage IV pancreatic cancer at the age of 42, and she was dead four months later.
I'm 39, and pancreatic cancer is NOT easy to catch. Even if this stomach-acid-thing is something minor or unrelated, this whole experience is an excuse to have a look in the abdominal area for ANYTHING unusual. So I'll take it.
Anyway, I decided to take a walk before lunch because it was 90°F with a heat index of 95°F, and while that's awfully uncomfortable it's probably the best we're going to see all week. On my walk I saw a Cooper's hawk, a turtle in a pond, and a white ibis who let me get very close because he was intent on hunting lizards in the newly-cut grass.
The rest of the day was calm and quiet until it was time for rehearsal.
It was a dress rehearsal with press and a small audience, so we wore our concert blacks.
Once again, everything was late late late so we didn't start the dress run until 9pm (it was supposed to start at 8pm).
I felt bad for the audience, but this is also typical of Encore so I think the late start wasn't totally unexpected.
We didn't get home until 1am, and my stomach was a bit of a wreck mainly because it was empty, but still nowhere near as bad as it was earlier in the week.
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Saturday morning, nice and rainy and dreary.
Despite it being the rainy season it's been pretty dry in this area, we really do need the rain, and the overcast skies are a blessed break from the sun and awful heat we've had all week.
After breakfast I went to the radiology place to get my contrast for the CT, then to the store for Prilosec and groceries.
Lunch, and a lot of nothing. It stayed overcast and a "cool" 90°F, and I found that soothing to the innermost parts of my soul.
We drove to the theatre for opening night, hours early in order to "run some things".
Once again Production was considered themselves to be the priority and trumped all of the time, so we verbally went over transitions and got to play through a few rough spots, but that was it before we had bow rehearsals for the actors and a group photo to take and finally the audience was let into the theatre.
I was surprised at how many people actually showed up. It was nearly a full house, even the balcony was partially sold!
Backstage, we had a cute gift of piles of candy along with a message from Clay (Director):
I played to the best of my ability in the cramped pit...the main obstacles that I have are 1) I CANNOT find good posture when we're packed in like sardines, and that makes is uncomfortable to play my instrument, 2) the cymbals are literally one inch from my left ear so I have to put notes in my book to put in an earplug at certain points in the show, which distracts from actually playing music, and 3) we are so cramped that it is difficult to reach my mutes when I need to, so I'm having to skip a lot of mute changes.
But no one in the audience knows about any of this, and they laughed and cheered and seemed to have a wonderful time (playing comedy shows is the BEST!) After the show I followed Jameson to the lobby so he could greet his friends, and as a result I overheard many people wishing the show were running for a full week, not just two days. I totally agree. The props and scene work are amazing, and everyone has been working so hard, only for it to end after two performances. Doesn't seem right.
Some pictures, for context (most are courtesy Encore):
A pic of Jameson and I with one of his friends post-show (I love her cute skirt!)
Jameson was down about his performance, and the overall fact that he doesn't take joy from working on these shows any more. Part of that is his own mindset (negativity and self-depreciation currently), but the other part is that he gets very little public recognition for the FOUR MONTHS of work that he's poured into this production. Clay's name is on the program as the director, Clay gets a great deal of credit and attention...and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it, too. But it was Jameson, not Clay, who rehearsed the choir, rehearsed the orchestra, worked through cues and cuts and samples and tracking, for months and months, because Clay had to work (and yes Jameson was working full time while doing all of this as well.) As Jameson puts it, it's disappointing and disheartening. I would add "demeaning", to have to stand on the sidelines after putting in all of that work hoping for any kind of recognition, while Clay receives basically all of the media accolades. Clay is Jameson's good friend, and I wish for once that he'd remember to defer a large chunk of the credit to Jameson, not just verbally backstage but also in PUBLIC and in MEDIA STATEMENTS. But it's too late for that on this show, and this isn't the first time it's happened either.
I don't know. I just hate to see the person that I love disheartened, when he should be proud. Brushed aside, when he should be lifted up for all of the work that he's done. It seems very not right to me. And it put a big damper on the evening for both of us.
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Sunday, we are back to scalding hot temps and full sun out there.
I am typing this up and arguing with myself about going for a walk. I SHOULD, but it's gonna be SO GROSS.
(She did not, in fact, go for a walk.)
I repotted a plant that I've been meaning to repot, and read Saga comics, and goofed off online.
When it was time for the show, we went.
It went well, though the audience was a bit smaller and personally I thought there were more mistakes than the previous night (this is what a lot of musicians call "the second show phenomenon".) Overall I thought it went really well, once again it was a good crowd and after the show there were many friends to greet in the audience. This time it was more people that I actually knew, so we had some good conversations and I really felt welcomed back to Orlando :)
It was "load out", so I waited while Jameson packed up his things and then we hauled it to the parking garage.
There will probably be a cast party but a date hasn't been announced yet.
And, that's it! Spamalot is done.
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Now it's Monday, and I'm nervous, so my tummy hurts again.
Tomorrow I have the CT scan. Any medical procedure pretty much makes me nervous.
But it'll be good to get some answers.
I'm hoping for "You need to work on being less anxious" or "See that? That's an ulcer."
Well, Independence Day is only one day after all. Lame, but there it is.
I felt "ok" after breakfast--this is only my second day on the Prilosec and it can take four days to fully work--just had a little bit of cramping/burning when I ate raspberries, and after finishing my coffee (which I made weaker than usual and sipped slowly and carefully.) We will see how things are by Wednesday, and that will determine whether I'm doing a $$$$ CT scan.
After breakfast I decided to bake a loaf of bread.
I picked a SUPER simple recipe with only six ingredients and no Tangzhong method: flour, sugar, salt, water, butter, yeast.
Throw it all in a bowl and mix, then knead.
Let rise, bake. Voila, "a bread".
Turns out, I didn't have enough bread flour so had to use majority wheat flour.
As a result the loaf is a bit dense, but the crumb is nice and even. It also blew out the side a little bit, but that's ok.
The texture is more crumbly too because of the lower protein in wheat flour + no Tangzhong.
All of this was pretty much expected. It baked up nice and it's edible so it's a good first loaf after essentially two years of no baking.
And no matter how bread turns out, the house smells FANTASTIC afterward :)
Practiced some trombone but didn't take myself too seriously with it.
In the evening Jameson and I watched Evil Dead Rise. Jameson likes "hokey" horror but I'm not really into it other than to make snide comments about the usual tropes (car won't start, victims suddenly forget how to run away, etc). It was fun to watch, though, and there were some cute references to other great horror films.
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Today is the 4th of July! Independence Day!
I don't care!
Not surprisingly, we are not feeling very patriotic. I'm sitting here with a mildly burning stomach knowing that if it doesn't magically resolve itself by tomorrow I'll have to get a costly out-of-pocket CT scan. OR I could ignore it and hope it isn't or doesn't become something serious. Because there is no ACTUAL HEALTH CARE for someone like me.
I'm wondering how much of these physical symptoms are being caused by pure anxiety and nerves.
Anyway, I am no longer incapacitated by my stomach cramping up, but I do still feel uncomfortable burning after breakfast, after dinner, and sometimes in the middle of the day too. The clinician said to schedule the CT "on Wednesday if you don't see improvement". I mean, there's SOME improvement?
We spent the 4th playing video games, reading books, swimming in the pool, talking, and making the Chicago dog baked potatoes with sweet corn. Well, I did that last bit anyway. They were tasty! It's just a baked potato with a Sabrett dog (or whatever you want to use), lettuce and tomato, pickles, sport peppers, celery salt, onion, and a honey mustard dressing. You can also add whatever condiments you want of course.
The sweet corn required the least effort and was soooooo good. It's been a long time since either of us have had it, and I don't know about Jameson but for me it brought nostalgia and was a good "memory food" for the 4th. And interestingly, none of this hurt my stomach at all.
At night our neighborhood erupted with fireworks. Someone was setting them off in the middle of the street outside our house, so I went out to watch a bit and applaud (applause = "I'm not here to be a bitchy Karen and call the cops"). We went to bed early because we both have long days tomorrow.
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(Blah blah disclaimer, this is all my own thought and opinion and does not reflect the views of Disney or any of it's affiliates, etc etc)
We were both up at 6am on Wednesday, Jameson to load in at the Dr. Phillips Center for Spamalot, and me to go to Disney Traditions!
I drove out to Disney University, which is just a big office building used for all sorts of training. There were a lot of people filing in, and everyone was greeted with Disney smiles. I felt bewildered by all the courtesy; I started to queue and then was called directly over (when was the last time a customer service person didn't scream, "I CAN HELP THE NEXT GUEST", but instead made eye contact and said, "Come over here and I'll get you started!" For me it's been a LONG time.)
I was whisked through sign-in, given a promotional bag for Disney's credit union, and found myself swept up in a little creek of humanity into a cafeteria, which is where we all waited to be called for our training sessions. It was quite noisy in there, mostly because a large group of African folks were being gathered and receiving instruction/doing call-and-response with a Disney castmember speaking an African language. I suspect they're part of Disney's Cultural Representative Program.
Soon enough we were called. My training group was huge, something like 60-70 people.
We sat at round tables and got bombarded with all sorts of information, all centered around Disney's "Five Keys": Safety, Courtesy, Inclusion, Show, and Efficiency. Inclusion is a new "key", and a much needed one for every employer out there, frankly.
As you might expect, we can't go into detail about what training is like and couldn't take pictures or anything like that.
I'll just say that it was a full 8-hour day, we covered a lot of information and our trainers were awesome. Both were from Pennsylvania so I was biased toward them anyway :p At one point we got to hop on a bus and visit Main Street, Magic Kingdom, and Tomorrowland, but it was ridiculously hot (heat index on the pavement was around 115°F!) and a storm was moving in so we were probably only out there for 30-40 minutes. Of special note is the fact that the "Disney Look"--Disney's dress code--has been loosened. You can now have visible arm tattoos, beards, longer hair, and some more costume flexibility. This is probably partially the result of COVID, and partially the result of Inclusion. Now people who have tattoos, or who look a certain way for a specific reason, may be able to apply to work, whereas before they could have been sort of passively excluded by the dress code requirements.
At the end of training, in rather dramatic and ceremonial fashion, we were presented with our name tags, followed shortly by our Castmember ID badges. Several people got emotional when receiving theirs; lots of people in this world dream of working for Disney, but it can be VERY difficult to actually get a job there in any department. I am proof of that. I've been applying to work for Disney, in every capacity from Custodial to Corporate, for twenty years.
And here it is. Proof that I am employed by Disney.
Even though I’m just a substitute musician, being a Disney employee is a goal I’ve had since I started playing the trombone.
Some people got here much faster, or advanced higher.
I got here in my own time, and I got here at all.
If I do get called to perform for Candlelight this Christmas, I will do my very best.
But whether I do or not, either way I am thrilled to have gotten this far.
After training I gathered my things and drove downtown to the Dr. Phillips Center, where Encore was loading in with Spamalot.
I was late, but the orchestra hadn't even tuned yet so it was all good.
Tootsie performed at the Dr. Phil last year. It felt odd to be in the pit again, with six or seven times the number of people crammed down there, and me on the opposite side. And I walked backstage and knew exactly where to go, and saw my name on the wall with the Tootsie tag. How strange.
The pit:
Sound check was fine but it was SO loud down there, by the time we got out I had a blazing headache.
Then I made a very poor choice and chugged half of a protein shake with my dose of Omeprazole for the night, and immediately had stomach cramps and nausea. To be clear, this was likely not from the shake itself, but from slamming it into an empty stomach with a medication that impedes digestion. The headache (which quickly became a painful and nausea-inducing migraine) also did not help. Which meant I spent the rest of my night on the floor with my eyes closed while Jameson watched The Office, then we went to bed early.
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Thursday, I got up early because I had another Disney training session.
I was happy to realize within the first few bites of breakfast that my stomach was not going to give me any trouble, but it did feel a little raw so I consciously made myself eat more slowly than usual (I DO tend to gulp down food at times and will need to work on unlearning that behavior.) Eating slowly, my stomach actually felt a lot better and I was able to finish a whole cup of coffee, which I haven't been able to do all week.
Packed a little nonperishable lunch and headed out around 9am.
This one was safety and PPE-based, and it was about four hours of safety and informational videos.
When that was over I had just about an hour at home to pack myself a dinner and take a breather before we had to head downtown for sound check and rehearsal. We were supposed to do a full run at 8pm, but for whatever reason Production dragged their feet so hard that we didn't even start until 9:30. The whole day was a lot of sitting around for me, between Disney PPE training and rehearsal.
By the time we got home and in bed it was 12:30. My stomach had been fine for the entire day, even after scarfing down my dinner at rehearsal without thinking.
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Friday, we both woke up slightly later than usual.
I felt fairly normal after eating breakfast, just a slight acidic feeling.
I've gone ahead and scheduled a CT scan for Tuesday, and a GI consultation for the following Tuesday.
Turns out the CT scan is only between $200-$300, which is a price I'm willing to pay out of pocket to make sure this isn't something serious.
Reminder that my mom discovered she had stage IV pancreatic cancer at the age of 42, and she was dead four months later.
I'm 39, and pancreatic cancer is NOT easy to catch. Even if this stomach-acid-thing is something minor or unrelated, this whole experience is an excuse to have a look in the abdominal area for ANYTHING unusual. So I'll take it.
Anyway, I decided to take a walk before lunch because it was 90°F with a heat index of 95°F, and while that's awfully uncomfortable it's probably the best we're going to see all week. On my walk I saw a Cooper's hawk, a turtle in a pond, and a white ibis who let me get very close because he was intent on hunting lizards in the newly-cut grass.
The rest of the day was calm and quiet until it was time for rehearsal.
It was a dress rehearsal with press and a small audience, so we wore our concert blacks.
Once again, everything was late late late so we didn't start the dress run until 9pm (it was supposed to start at 8pm).
I felt bad for the audience, but this is also typical of Encore so I think the late start wasn't totally unexpected.
We didn't get home until 1am, and my stomach was a bit of a wreck mainly because it was empty, but still nowhere near as bad as it was earlier in the week.
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Saturday morning, nice and rainy and dreary.
Despite it being the rainy season it's been pretty dry in this area, we really do need the rain, and the overcast skies are a blessed break from the sun and awful heat we've had all week.
After breakfast I went to the radiology place to get my contrast for the CT, then to the store for Prilosec and groceries.
Lunch, and a lot of nothing. It stayed overcast and a "cool" 90°F, and I found that soothing to the innermost parts of my soul.
We drove to the theatre for opening night, hours early in order to "run some things".
Once again Production was considered themselves to be the priority and trumped all of the time, so we verbally went over transitions and got to play through a few rough spots, but that was it before we had bow rehearsals for the actors and a group photo to take and finally the audience was let into the theatre.
I was surprised at how many people actually showed up. It was nearly a full house, even the balcony was partially sold!
Backstage, we had a cute gift of piles of candy along with a message from Clay (Director):
I played to the best of my ability in the cramped pit...the main obstacles that I have are 1) I CANNOT find good posture when we're packed in like sardines, and that makes is uncomfortable to play my instrument, 2) the cymbals are literally one inch from my left ear so I have to put notes in my book to put in an earplug at certain points in the show, which distracts from actually playing music, and 3) we are so cramped that it is difficult to reach my mutes when I need to, so I'm having to skip a lot of mute changes.
But no one in the audience knows about any of this, and they laughed and cheered and seemed to have a wonderful time (playing comedy shows is the BEST!) After the show I followed Jameson to the lobby so he could greet his friends, and as a result I overheard many people wishing the show were running for a full week, not just two days. I totally agree. The props and scene work are amazing, and everyone has been working so hard, only for it to end after two performances. Doesn't seem right.
Some pictures, for context (most are courtesy Encore):
A pic of Jameson and I with one of his friends post-show (I love her cute skirt!)
Jameson was down about his performance, and the overall fact that he doesn't take joy from working on these shows any more. Part of that is his own mindset (negativity and self-depreciation currently), but the other part is that he gets very little public recognition for the FOUR MONTHS of work that he's poured into this production. Clay's name is on the program as the director, Clay gets a great deal of credit and attention...and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it, too. But it was Jameson, not Clay, who rehearsed the choir, rehearsed the orchestra, worked through cues and cuts and samples and tracking, for months and months, because Clay had to work (and yes Jameson was working full time while doing all of this as well.) As Jameson puts it, it's disappointing and disheartening. I would add "demeaning", to have to stand on the sidelines after putting in all of that work hoping for any kind of recognition, while Clay receives basically all of the media accolades. Clay is Jameson's good friend, and I wish for once that he'd remember to defer a large chunk of the credit to Jameson, not just verbally backstage but also in PUBLIC and in MEDIA STATEMENTS. But it's too late for that on this show, and this isn't the first time it's happened either.
I don't know. I just hate to see the person that I love disheartened, when he should be proud. Brushed aside, when he should be lifted up for all of the work that he's done. It seems very not right to me. And it put a big damper on the evening for both of us.
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Sunday, we are back to scalding hot temps and full sun out there.
I am typing this up and arguing with myself about going for a walk. I SHOULD, but it's gonna be SO GROSS.
(She did not, in fact, go for a walk.)
I repotted a plant that I've been meaning to repot, and read Saga comics, and goofed off online.
When it was time for the show, we went.
It went well, though the audience was a bit smaller and personally I thought there were more mistakes than the previous night (this is what a lot of musicians call "the second show phenomenon".) Overall I thought it went really well, once again it was a good crowd and after the show there were many friends to greet in the audience. This time it was more people that I actually knew, so we had some good conversations and I really felt welcomed back to Orlando :)
It was "load out", so I waited while Jameson packed up his things and then we hauled it to the parking garage.
There will probably be a cast party but a date hasn't been announced yet.
And, that's it! Spamalot is done.
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Now it's Monday, and I'm nervous, so my tummy hurts again.
Tomorrow I have the CT scan. Any medical procedure pretty much makes me nervous.
But it'll be good to get some answers.
I'm hoping for "You need to work on being less anxious" or "See that? That's an ulcer."
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Date: 2023-07-10 09:05 pm (UTC)At any rate, I hope you get the best answer!