What Keeps a Man Alive?

( I would like to apologize if I spin off into Spanish at points. Just trying to think Argentinean)

Good evening. I come to the interwebs tonight in an intriguing mood. After tonight's rehearsal, I can honestly say that I have never been so excited for a show to open. I've done a good amount of shows, but I don't think I have ever been so moved or affected by any show as much as I will by Evita. Singing A New Argentina at the end of the show, I was nearly in tears by the energy and conviction coming from the cast, and it's only going to get better as we get closer to opening night. Everyone is absolutely fantastic, and I'm still amazed I even got in the show let alone working with so many talented people. Taylor and John alone are fantastic to watch, but when we hit those chorus numbers, the audience won't know what hit them.

As we rehearsed the second act tonight, it finally hit me as to how human Eva really was. I mean, in the legacy this show has, Eva has covered the spectrum from a manipulative hard-ass to a weepy ingenue. While both depictions hold some truth, they are too far in the extremes. This woman was a wonderful humanitarian who was taken from the world far too early at age 32. Though she never had children of her own, she became a maternal figure to the entire nation of Argentina. She was raised in those slums, and, having experienced this, she knew how much help the people really needed. Even if she just threw money at the problems, it was still a sign that she cared for los descamisados, su gente. Yes, she made mistakes, and yes, she was frowned upon by the upper class, but Eva Peron did her gosh-darn best to make a difference.

In other news, I hurt my knee and ankle dancing the other day. Guess what this means......ACE BANDAGE and KNEE BRACE. Maybe I should explain some of this though. During Jekyll at Truman, I was the Bishop, meaning I was the first to die at the hands of Hyde. Since it is also the end of the first act, it's a pretty important death. However, this meant I was doing fight rehearsals for half an hour before we even started normal runs. During the fight, Hyde knocks me to my knees far too often, and on one occasion, something popped. Nothing broken, but it hurt like the dickens, and I had to brace it for every performance. And it seems like I may have to do this again for Evita. The choreography is fantastic, and Robin is a genius, but in a physical sense, I am not made to move certain ways. There are far too many pops and cracks. So, safety first, and know that when you see the show, I will be armed with a knee brace, ACE Bandages, and gel cushions in my shoes, AKA, a true theatre daredevil:P

And now, for something completely different, SPANISH!
Vaya con dios, mis amigos, y vamos al teatro para la espectacula, EVITA, de Andrew Lloyd Webber y Tim Rice. Presentó con permision del Orginacion de Rodgers y Hammerstein.