Submitted by Will Bond on October 4, 2015 - 4:18pm
As the SCOT company clears away the debris of what was probably their most ambitious festival ever, they nurse injuries, sweep through guest rooms to clear out flip flops, broken umbrellas, half empty bags of coffee, “gifted” packages of nuts and cookies, and little surprises left by those of us who had to return to our own country. Simultaneously the SCOT company launches plans for new rehearsals and tours as they settle in for a long winter.
Submitted by Will Bond on September 8, 2015 - 11:39pm
Toga 2015 #2
This is by now out of date, but I thought I’d just post it for those interested. It doesn’t accomplish what I’d hoped, and doesn’t have a central idea, but maybe works as a kind of reflection from the heat of the moment. I’ll try to write something as the festival finishes and the master class continues ….
Submitted by Will Bond on August 18, 2014 - 1:23am
Well, first things first. You know today was Darron’s birthday. Mine was Friday. “Back in the day” D and I used to host a shared b’day bash every year with our friend and colleague/board members Chris Healy (who shares the day with me) and Dan Smith. I’m sure there are stories there not appropriate for this diary. Ellen Lauren and I reminisced that we used to lie on the roof of the old dorm in Toga Japan on this night and watch the annual meteor shower to celebrate with red bean pastries and one-cup sakes for many years running.
Submitted by Will Bond on August 8, 2014 - 11:53am
Just last night I was doing some investigation into the whens and whichones of the Marathon battle, and the Thermopolae battle, and the Salamis battle (Think of the new movie The 300). It’s really confusing for me to hold in mind, but one thing I did read about Marathon and about the current wars is that they probably happened on or around TODAY. Yes, some of the posited dates are August 5 and August 6. (Maybe that’s why my legs are so tired today.)
Submitted by Will Bond on September 18, 2013 - 2:51pm
This week marks an exciting new adventure for SITI company. Artists from all over the world have committed to spending almost an entire year of their lives to participate in the first year of our SITI conservatory. The company has hosted training sessions lasting from 5 weeks to 1 week all over the planet, but now we get to spend real time with the artists and together create a program dedicated to Listening, Speaking, Moving, Writing, and Creating. Somehow I want to reach out to them and celebrate. Next month, October, the Routledge Press is putting out a new book entitled, The Routledge Companion to Stanislavsky. I am lucky enough to have been able to contribute a chapter that is supposed to be maybe an introduction to my relationship to Stanislavsky over the years of my career. Many exciting artists have contributed their own chapters. But, given the number of pages I was allowed, some of what I had to say was necessarily left out. As a way of reaching out to the company and to the artists joining SITI for the year I thought I’d post this one short story that expresses not only the theme of the book, but my relationship to SITI, and now to my extended family in our new conservatory.