Coming soon to Milk Bottle Audio...
Teaching Gods & Bink!
by Robert Crighton
Performed by Cat LaCohie and Robert Crighton
BINK!
Performed by Cat LaCohie
Molly was left alone a lot. Her parents were always out. So she started talking to herself, to the furniture, to the house. And then the house answered back.
A children’s story... just not for children.
Teaching Gods
Performed by Robert Crighton
Winner of the “Best Writing” Award at the Lost Theatre One-Act Festival 2007
The Gods have invaded the University. All thoughts of normal academic life disappear as the campus dissolves into chaos.
The flowers walk and the squirrels clean kitchens. Will the agents of chaos win against the hardnosed grey suited form of the Vice Chancellor? What do you think?
Showing posts with label The Imaginary Duck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Imaginary Duck. Show all posts
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Thursday, 14 July 2011
After the Vault was Opened...
To say that the last three days have been incredible would be a massive understatement. I have been blessed with a great cast and we pulled together (though I am biased) a great show.
That isn't to say this week has been easy. Monday practically killed me before we'd even done the technical - it's a long story involving a broken handle on my suitcase and the heel of my shoe. Needless to say, anyone looking closely during the show would have seen my right shoe was a little bit held together with gaffer tape.
The first day was the biggest day for me - because I had no idea whether the show was going to work. For those who haven't been following the blog, the show is made of four main sections, two I do myself and two which are chopped up into five chunks each (plus an epilogue). These chunks are played by the rest of the cast (numbered 1 to 11) six of which were different people each day. The remaining five (the core company) stay for the week. Everyone rehearsed on the day from 1pm till show up without any additional rehearsal - they just turned up knowing their lines and we went from there.
But on Monday the rehearsal task was greatest because everyone needed to be rehearsed, everyone was new to the show (even the core company) and we didn't know if the audience would like it. It was also incredibly hot and so everything seemed very intense.
But as the company arrived and I did the health and safety talk it became clear this show was going to work. Everyone was asked to bring cushions and nice cups and saucers, creating a nice tea party oasis on the stage. Sitting around the performance space everyone sat, getting up for their bit, sitting and watching the show with the audience. This was particularly effective as for the last quarter of the show no one, bar Richard Ward (who was the epilogue of the story) knew how it ended - so the cast was a geniune part of the audience for the end.
The Monday was the scariest of the days, but the Tuesday and Wednesday threw up surprises of their own. Because each day the cast changed, we got completely different versions of the story. On Monday Number 4, Simon Nader, brought placards for his section whereas on Wednesday Gillian Horgan and the company created the insides of an asylum through the medium of silly noises.
The audience feedback was entirely positive (our mailing list has swelled some what) and people went home happy. And I went home generally exhausted but with a lot more friends.
There is some footage of the rehearsals and blogs from the week, so I'll edit that up for people over the next few days.
Till next time,
Robx
That isn't to say this week has been easy. Monday practically killed me before we'd even done the technical - it's a long story involving a broken handle on my suitcase and the heel of my shoe. Needless to say, anyone looking closely during the show would have seen my right shoe was a little bit held together with gaffer tape.
The first day was the biggest day for me - because I had no idea whether the show was going to work. For those who haven't been following the blog, the show is made of four main sections, two I do myself and two which are chopped up into five chunks each (plus an epilogue). These chunks are played by the rest of the cast (numbered 1 to 11) six of which were different people each day. The remaining five (the core company) stay for the week. Everyone rehearsed on the day from 1pm till show up without any additional rehearsal - they just turned up knowing their lines and we went from there.
But on Monday the rehearsal task was greatest because everyone needed to be rehearsed, everyone was new to the show (even the core company) and we didn't know if the audience would like it. It was also incredibly hot and so everything seemed very intense.
But as the company arrived and I did the health and safety talk it became clear this show was going to work. Everyone was asked to bring cushions and nice cups and saucers, creating a nice tea party oasis on the stage. Sitting around the performance space everyone sat, getting up for their bit, sitting and watching the show with the audience. This was particularly effective as for the last quarter of the show no one, bar Richard Ward (who was the epilogue of the story) knew how it ended - so the cast was a geniune part of the audience for the end.
The Monday was the scariest of the days, but the Tuesday and Wednesday threw up surprises of their own. Because each day the cast changed, we got completely different versions of the story. On Monday Number 4, Simon Nader, brought placards for his section whereas on Wednesday Gillian Horgan and the company created the insides of an asylum through the medium of silly noises.
The audience feedback was entirely positive (our mailing list has swelled some what) and people went home happy. And I went home generally exhausted but with a lot more friends.
There is some footage of the rehearsals and blogs from the week, so I'll edit that up for people over the next few days.
Till next time,
Robx
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
The Imaginary Duck
Milk Bottle Productions Presents...
STORYTELLER:
The Natural History of Trolls
Right, first a bit of business - here is the full cast list again, with the various changes made. These are the wonderful people of the cast.
THREE DAY EVENTERS:
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| The cast - check earlier blogs for names... |
(On for all three performances)
Robert Crighton
Georgina Blackledge
Jessica Moore
Sophie Morris-Sheppard
Pamela Flanagan
Pamela Flanagan
Richard Ward
ONE DAY INTERNATIONALS:
MONDAY
Charlotte Hunter
Charlotte Hunter
Philippa Tatham
Simon Nader
Emma Burn
Sally Gilfillan
Ailsa Ilott
TUESDAY
Sophie Carmichael
Denys Gaskill
Jessica Tobert
Josie Bloom
Kate Steel
Matthew Harrison-James
WEDNESDAY
Elizabeth Jee
Jamie Addlet
Gillian Horgan
Elizabeth Quinn
Elizabeth Nicholson
Colin Emerson
They should all be found in the previous six or so blogs with details about their wonderful selves.
Now, there is one member of the cast we haven't talked about yet. He is the most important part of any Milk Bottle show living as he does in our hearts. I speak of the Imaginary Duck of whom I am protector.
Let me tell you of the Imaginary Duck. He is a calm beast to the eye of the spectator - floating along on the surface of the waters of the drama. No discernable effort is displayed by the Imaginary Duck. But underneath the surface of the waters the feet of the Imaginary Duck paddle at a terrific rate, churning up the liquid of tragedy, pushing against the fluid of comedy, forcing the evident body of the duck towards its ultimate aim - the shores of total satisfaction that all audiences crave.
The cast and I live through the spirit of the Imaginary Duck, we work hard to reach our destination - your contentment - but do all that is in our power to ensure that you do not see our little feet work.
All hail the power of the Imaginary Duck.
Quack!
You can tell I really haven't got anything serious to write about today. Rehearsing stories and monologues is incredibly dull I can tell you, it's the performing part that's fun, so forgive me if I take a little time off to write nonsense.
The Imaginary Duck is actually a company in joke, after someone mistranslated the title of a Moliere play during a rehearsal. Le Malade Imaginaire. Of course we should call it the Imaginary Mallard, but Duck flowed better.
As I wrote this I thought I'd put Imaginary Duck into a search engine and see what came up. I found this Could-becoming-an-imaginary-duck-change-your-life? It's a strange universe.
Anyway, that's just one of many pointless things we do at Milk Bottle.
Till tomorrow, when there's something with a little more weight.
Robx
They should all be found in the previous six or so blogs with details about their wonderful selves.
Now, there is one member of the cast we haven't talked about yet. He is the most important part of any Milk Bottle show living as he does in our hearts. I speak of the Imaginary Duck of whom I am protector.
Let me tell you of the Imaginary Duck. He is a calm beast to the eye of the spectator - floating along on the surface of the waters of the drama. No discernable effort is displayed by the Imaginary Duck. But underneath the surface of the waters the feet of the Imaginary Duck paddle at a terrific rate, churning up the liquid of tragedy, pushing against the fluid of comedy, forcing the evident body of the duck towards its ultimate aim - the shores of total satisfaction that all audiences crave.
The cast and I live through the spirit of the Imaginary Duck, we work hard to reach our destination - your contentment - but do all that is in our power to ensure that you do not see our little feet work.
All hail the power of the Imaginary Duck.
Quack!
You can tell I really haven't got anything serious to write about today. Rehearsing stories and monologues is incredibly dull I can tell you, it's the performing part that's fun, so forgive me if I take a little time off to write nonsense.
The Imaginary Duck is actually a company in joke, after someone mistranslated the title of a Moliere play during a rehearsal. Le Malade Imaginaire. Of course we should call it the Imaginary Mallard, but Duck flowed better.
As I wrote this I thought I'd put Imaginary Duck into a search engine and see what came up. I found this Could-becoming-an-imaginary-duck-change-your-life? It's a strange universe.
Anyway, that's just one of many pointless things we do at Milk Bottle.
Till tomorrow, when there's something with a little more weight.
Robx
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