Thursday, May 22, 2014
Classes in the morning, the Tate Britain museum in the afternoon, and the play Birdland in the evening, all concluded for another busy day. It was another day of running here, then running there, with a “hold your arms and legs inside the ride until it comes to a complete stop” vibe.
Class was class, with opposing views and lengthy discussion on what we have observed. As we have seen a few shows now the comparisons and analyses seem to be improving for me and my peers. Not much else to say about class.
After class Jen, Heather, Mariah and I went to Gloucester Arms pub to have bangers and mash aka sausage and mashed potatoes with gravy accompanied by a pint of London Pride. It was good, the gravy made it for me, and the beer finished everything off quite nicely. We got caught in a downpour after lunch, which resulted in a rush to the bus stop, then a rush to the tube station.
Next was the Tate Britain museum which houses so many excellent works of art. Tim gave us another highlights tour and I wandered around for the few hours before Jen, Oliver, and I had to make our way to the theatre. Actually, we got kicked out because they were closing, stopped to sit by the Thames, and then made it to the station to get to the theatre.
The Royal Court Theatre in Sloane Square is in a very busy part of town, also a very ritzy area of town. We tried to find a place to get some food, but there wasn’t many quick and price-concious places to eat. The theatre had a bar and cafe, both chuck full of people.
Birdland was quite the play. About a celebrity rockstar and his relationship with his friend and fellow bandmate while coping with the friend’s girlfriend’s suicide. I liked how it raises the question of what money can do to people and what people will allow others to get away with for the sake of money. There were some excellent examples of symbolism that employed great creativity, inspiration, and execution. The set design I think was my favorite thus far with a raked stage, a black water perimeter, exposed brick, a large rectangular archway, and no curtains. We were taken to the personal side of the rock industry and shown the humanity that still resides in a man who is famous, all represented well with the design and mechanics.
Another busy, but good, day. Doesn’t look like things will ease up much over the weekend either. Ah, busy and crazy, my two old friends…
One last thing, Piccadilly is like Gloucester, meaning I’ve been spelling it wrong and differently as I go back through and look at my older posts. Once again I ask that none judge me too harshly… I’m simply trying to get the blog updated as frequently as possible, and on major names I find it necessary to correct myself. Maybe one day I’ll go back and revise, however there is a raw quality that I like about my posts. Basically, I like to know/remember how frazzled I was when I wrote the update. Cheers!
Class was class, with opposing views and lengthy discussion on what we have observed. As we have seen a few shows now the comparisons and analyses seem to be improving for me and my peers. Not much else to say about class.
After class Jen, Heather, Mariah and I went to Gloucester Arms pub to have bangers and mash aka sausage and mashed potatoes with gravy accompanied by a pint of London Pride. It was good, the gravy made it for me, and the beer finished everything off quite nicely. We got caught in a downpour after lunch, which resulted in a rush to the bus stop, then a rush to the tube station.
Next was the Tate Britain museum which houses so many excellent works of art. Tim gave us another highlights tour and I wandered around for the few hours before Jen, Oliver, and I had to make our way to the theatre. Actually, we got kicked out because they were closing, stopped to sit by the Thames, and then made it to the station to get to the theatre.
The Royal Court Theatre in Sloane Square is in a very busy part of town, also a very ritzy area of town. We tried to find a place to get some food, but there wasn’t many quick and price-concious places to eat. The theatre had a bar and cafe, both chuck full of people.
Birdland was quite the play. About a celebrity rockstar and his relationship with his friend and fellow bandmate while coping with the friend’s girlfriend’s suicide. I liked how it raises the question of what money can do to people and what people will allow others to get away with for the sake of money. There were some excellent examples of symbolism that employed great creativity, inspiration, and execution. The set design I think was my favorite thus far with a raked stage, a black water perimeter, exposed brick, a large rectangular archway, and no curtains. We were taken to the personal side of the rock industry and shown the humanity that still resides in a man who is famous, all represented well with the design and mechanics.
Another busy, but good, day. Doesn’t look like things will ease up much over the weekend either. Ah, busy and crazy, my two old friends…
One last thing, Piccadilly is like Gloucester, meaning I’ve been spelling it wrong and differently as I go back through and look at my older posts. Once again I ask that none judge me too harshly… I’m simply trying to get the blog updated as frequently as possible, and on major names I find it necessary to correct myself. Maybe one day I’ll go back and revise, however there is a raw quality that I like about my posts. Basically, I like to know/remember how frazzled I was when I wrote the update. Cheers!