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Back to you at the studio!
Recently, we've done some press spots on Fox 13, spreading the word about our show and the festival.
The first is an interview with our media director, Amanda Caraway, followed by the sister scene. In response to Amanda's interview, Ben, who only missed a couple performances, has been back for about a week now, and he's getting stronger every day!
The next video covers yesterday's performance at the Utah Cultural Center in West Valley City, UT. It features Jamie, our company manager, as well as some student and Cultural Center interviews. And, of course, sneak peeks of the show!
The final video is an interview with Fox 13's Big Buddha. Matt and I taught him a thing or two about the stage combat workshop, and he was in for a surprise! Oh...anything can happen in this business.
Enjoy!
Kristen (Bianca)
Bughead bought a batch of bitter beer
A batch of bitter beer Bughead bought
if Bughead bought a batch of bitter beer,
Where's the bitter batch of beer Bughead bought?
- what ? -
Ben
Si se puede!
Today is our first day in the beautiful Salt Lake City. Around eleven, I decided to walk to the library and go monologue hunting. I walked to the City Library, which is gorgeous by the way, only to find out that it didn't open for another hour and a half. I wandered the streets a little, and came upon an immigration rally. People were holiding signs saying things like "We are all immigrants" and "Yes We Can! The Workers Struggle Has No Borders" and various phrases about supporting families and positive reform. People had American flags and families were gathered. Everyone was wearing white, and, coincidentally, so was I. They began marching. I was so inspired by the collaboration and large gathering in effort for change, that I decided to join. I marched with them to the Utah capitol building, while everyone shouted "Si si puede!", which means "Yes We Can!". Everyone was happy and excited. There no violence or anger, just people looking for a better life. I returned to the Carlton Hotel triumphant. It was wonderful to know that I had been a part of something bigger than me. I wonder if Dr. Martin Luther King's marches were anything like this. There were thousands of people, and though I couldn't directly relate to their struggles, I hope I helped in some small way.
Kristen
Our tour may very well be cursed; we tentatively approach each week with a "well, what else can possibly happen" attitude...and yet, it does.
Our cars may be broken, our backs weak, but it is our spirit that makes our tour strong and, as another week broaches, we venture forward with a prop gun, a lock-box of blanks, a bag of laundry, and a guitar.
Is not this well?
Well, what else can possibly happen?
Katrina/Katharina
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Our cars may be broken, our backs weak, but it is our spirit that makes our tour strong and, as another week broaches, we venture forward with a prop gun, a lock-box of blanks, a bag of laundry, and a guitar.
Is not this well?
Well, what else can possibly happen?
Katrina/Katharina
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Farewell, dear Penske
Tuesday we loaded in to our fifth Penske truck, after a series of roadside disasters and a series of mid-snowstorm truck switches initiated by the flaming death of our first truck, lovingly nick-named "Bughead". I thought it was only appropriate to give our truck a eulogy in a true shakespearean fashion:
Alas, poor Bughead! We knew him well: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent strength: he hath
borne our set on his back twenty six times; and now, how
abhorred in our imagination it is! our gorge rims at
it. Here hung the gate that we have lifted I know
not how oft. Where be your treads now? your axle?
your engine? your flashes of speed, that were wont to
set the highway on a roar? Not one now,
to mock your own driving? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to Penske's chamber, and tell them,
let them paint an inch thick, to your repair they must
come; make them weep at that.
Kristen Henley