Switching Places Recap

Heyo!

Switching Places is done and I want to thank everyone who came out to see us! It was a lot of fun going out their and "pelvic thrusting myself to victory" night after night, but oh well I had to end sometime. To bad though, I was getting used to calling myself: "theatre student by day, sex god by night."

Now I need to find another excuse to pelvic thrust...or do I...truly this is philosophy.

Seriously though, once again thank you everyone who came out. And a big shout out to those that came more then once! I WUV YOU! And love with a 'w' is the greatest love of all.

Peace out my homies.

My head's explodn', don't come near me

This dizzy feeling I get is difficult to describe. Ever been on acid and started to chase tinfoil balls across a dirty kitchen floor like some two legged tail-less acid filled cat? Neither have I. It doesn't sound fun and it pales in comparison to what I'm feeling now. People hate to describe what they feel. I equate being on drugs to cat nip...a calming soothing effect but with more drool. That plus, in this circumstance, cats benefit by not being able to talk. People love to describe what they feel when on drugs. It's like their some type of gate opener. Tsk Tsk Meow Meow. What I certainly need now is some organization, some direction, but trust me I could do without the cat nip.

What a wonderful two weeks ahead of me. Can't wait to experience getting past them. Can't wait to experience getting to know them, like you know, on the inside. My plan is to take a knife and dissect the week into tiny bits. Separated the days will crumble under pressure and believe whatever I tell them. Why Mr. Wednesday, you've been bad. Making me wish you were here with fake disjointed thoughts. And yet making me dread you with the fragile fibers of my fleshy bits. Doctors love fleshy bits. So do zombies. To bad their absolutely no connection between them or I might have the thesis for a real psychology paper here.

Go with the flow. No one in my life has ever said that to me, T.V. truly you raise me. You raise me bad. But you don't make me bad. There's something to be said about viewing life through glass. Being the glass on our windows, the glass on our T.V.'s, or the bottom of a glass. It's all very impersonal, in a personal sort of way. Glass you shelter me, glass you confine me, glass you tease me, build me a house of glass so i can live in a wooden shack next door. T.V. I personalize you, I give you a face and face equals personality. Or so T.V. has taught me. Oh T.V. I could never stay mad at you, after all what would I watch.

Their we go, heads feeling mighty fine now. Now back to more lampooning.

Behold your next English Idol! (maybe...)

The English department holds this competition called English Idol every year. Participants are given a poem and in five minutes must interpret and read the poem in front of a panel of judges. They are then given some criticism and guidelines of what to improve on (ala American Idol style) before being sent home, or to the next round.

Well I just happen to like words so I decided to try my hand and dabbled into the feisty art of poetry. Wouldn't you know it, I made it to the finals. :-p

And I'm excited! I'll need to beef up my next reading, really go all out. Show these English majors what a man of theatre can do! Bite into the system and take it apart! Attack the program! Deface some ancient text! Decapitate some heads and defile some kind of fury animal, all while drinking the blood of an innocent Business Administration student, whom Chuck Norris had previously roundhouse kicked and I had previously lynched. Show them all the terror that will reign down upon them unless I am crowned King! King I say! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAH////////////////////////////

Or something like that...I’m excited...

Actual Excerpt from my first reading:

Old English Teacher Like Man: Please tell us what you think the poem is about.
Kyroko: Well I think it's about a man unlocking his inner talents. Having the desire to be creative and to escape his dreary lifestyle that has forced him down to a daily redundant schedule. He finds this escape in a muse that he finds, she allows him to imagine beyond what others would consider to be normal and more importantly acceptable. This causes him to dream and imagine, but ultimately when faced with the world he denies ever doing so out of fear of being segregated and attack by others. The poem is about gaining and ultimately denying your imagination, your indulging side. Burying it in order to live and co-exist with everyone.
Kindly Old English Grandma: Son, the poem is about sex.
Kyroko: D'oh!

Opening Night Tomorrow

Switching Places opens tomorrow night. Burrr. It's been an interesting time rehearsing and preparing for this, and now its time to show off what we'’ve done.

(Grabs water bottle) Heres to my throat healing up for then.

Cheers mate! (clink)

(Kyroko goes back to listening to Muse's Absolution)

Rocky Horror

I saw Rocky Horror last Friday night and it absolutely blew my mind. RHPS is my favorite musical of all time, and I have never seen it live before and the kids at Do It with Class Young People's Theatre Inc. did such a good performance it blew my fragile little mind. I say kids because the entire thing was done by actors who are in grades 10, 11, and 12. Janet and Frank 'N' Furter were played by 16 year olds and they went all out with it, with the leather and the dancing...

The entire cast was so perfectly focused in everything. I have to give them props, not because they were able to strip, dance, and gyrate with such focus, but the fact that they were able to do it in front of their parents made it a feat to see. They production didn't perform one song Planet Schmanet, Janet, and I can understand why, the entire song basically revolves around Frank 'N' Furter chasing and molesting Janet around the stage. You know, good times had by all. But I can see why they thought it would be going to far, even for them. But I must say watching the show you could tell the entire cast was having a blast. And it boggles my mind even today how young they are and how much they have done. It make me feel lazy... At the end of the night they performed one last Time Warp and they invited members from the audience up on stage to dance with them. That was truly awesome on their part and you'd better believe I jumped up their and gave it all the pelvic thrusting power I had. All and all a truly awesome night, the cast was awsome, the mood was good, and giving yourself over to pleasure never felt so good.

Props given to: Sam, for winning an autographed copy of the Rocky Horror script.

Greatest moment that wasn't in the movie:

Riff Raff: "Say goodbye to all of this, and hello to oblivion." (Points laser at Frank 'N' Furter)
Columbia: (As she throws herself in front of the laser to protect Frank 'N' Furter) "NOOOOO!!"
(Riff Raff fires killing Columbia)
Frank 'N' Furter: "Why, why did she do it?"
Dr. Scott: "She wanted to save you, she still loved you..."
Frank 'N' Furter: "Dumb bitch."

Inside Joke: "what do you call it? THE ARISTOCRATS!"

Recess with: Keane

Many of my late nights have been spent doing homework listening to Keane. Their a somewhat old band, whose only album came out in late 2004. But Lately I've been listening to a lot of their stuff, and after Pitchforkmedia.com gave their album "Hopes and Fears" 2.8/10- I thought it was a little unjust. And so I write my own review...

Artists for years have been trying to define their music, to find an individual sound that speaks for their band. Most musicians now are adding more and more instruments to their songs. Violins, trombones, horns, more guitars, etc etc etc. Sometimes it really works, think Broken Social Scene, Stars, etc etc etc. Sometimes it really doesn't, think of that violin in Yellowcard (useless!). Keane's instrument lineup includes, drums, keyboards, and vocals...thats it, no guitar. Keane not only has a sound of their own, they do it with less. Their single "Somewhere Only We Know" is a powerful and catchy tune that opens up the album. "Hopes and Fears" contains eleven tracks of uplifting music; each song is listenable and catchy. Pitchfork pointed out that the songs have a resemblance to one another, that it all sounded the same. I will admit, the songs do follow a somewhat similar rhythm and pattern, you can say that it all sound the same. But trust me it’s a good rhythm and the sound is fantastic. And no matter what "Hopes and Fears" has way more diversity in its songs then lets say, Coldplays "X&Y". And people will compare their music to Coldplay a lot, but really every band coming out of Britain is compared by critics to either Coldplay or Radiohead. Keane's music is very uplifting, mostly due to the incredible vocals found in each song, and besides caffeine what better thing do you need on a late night of depressing homework then to be uplifted? I'd give Keane a listen to. I find them worth it.

Essential Keane: "Somewhere Only We Know", "Bend And Break", "Bedshaped"
Currently Craving: Lasagna.
What I should be doing intead of writing this: Studying for Psych midterm. Ouche.

I'm a baboon

All work and no sleep makes me sick(er). One day in the summer I'll take a kite ride down east and drink with the Brits on Corination Street. I don't think they'll understand a word I say, which is the least of their troubles considering I plan on packing some serious heat. My demands are simple, peanuts, pint, and John Cleese. Failure to do so will get me very sweaty in the palms. Theirs a tried and true way to getting all your work done but you wont like it. It involves the slow liquidation off all your balls and guts, and your steamed sautaied brain-I'm told that you go good with toast, but what the fuck doesn't go good with toast--Chuck Norris. Depending on which channel your on the term 'Hit List' takes on a whole different terror level. Our lovely reading rainbow. I do not regret shooting down that baloon for a second, I blame the Brits from Corination Street, they forgot the peanuts. Keep up the good work in keeping you keeping up the good work.

Fuck you cs. I'm a baboon.


: : :Not a monkey, Not a man,: : :
: : :Just a boy, caught in a tree: : :
: : :Come down to the land!: : :
: : :Glooming watchers started the ban: : :
: : :Something not meant to see: : :
: : :Something banned far from thee: : :
: : :But I want to be free!: : :
: : :Only once will you ever be: : :
: : :I will look out for me!: : :
: : :Tomorrow morning you will see: : :
: : :The boy in the tree: : :
: : :Again he will never be: : :

-- The Boy in the Tree --
by Kyroko