Back on Stage

I had the rare treat of really acting on Sunday: being onstage with someone who gave and took. It was marvelous, and, perhaps unfortunately, rewhetted my appetite for being onstage.

The event was a concert of songs with texts by Joan Rudel. The music was written by two faculty members and one other composer. I only had one number, but it was part of a set, a confrontation between Adam and Eve, post-Eden (and waaaaaaaaaaay updated). So we staged it, with me sulking on a stool while Eve grilled me for my drinking and smoking and not listening and then rising to push back with my complaints about her selfishness. It was painful, and thrilling. I don't get to be that open and vulnerable very often, and onstage is the best place to open up like that (I don't want to think about the implications of that, other than knowing that my home is the stage!).