I think those that know me, know that I am not a theater romantic. I’ve learned that romanticism can go a long way in ruining art. Maybe it is my cliché Midwestern upbringing, but I what I love about theater is the grind. I love the work; the long almost unmanageable tech weeks, the frantic rhythm of the process. That’s not to say I don’t have times where I don’t step back and appreciate the more “magic” moments, it isn’t just how my bread is buttered, generally.
As I was taking a long lunch to drive to Oak Park to pick up mustard seeds, I couldn’t help but feel like I was running to some remote suburb destination to pick up a light or prop for Bruised Orange’s next show. I wasn’t, I was trying to get the best deal on bulk mustard for our next event this Saturday at the Montrose Saloon.