After being cooped up in my apartment for two weeks creating and rehearsing new material for Jukebox Stories: The Case of the Creamy Foam (and watching Deal or No Deal in between), Brandon and I spent our first day in the Impact Theatre space tonight, beneath La Val's Pizza on the north side of the UC Berkeley campus. In a fast and furious four hours, we (along with Melissa, Jon, Diana, Read, and three high school interns) dressed the set to look like the crappiest motel room this side of a crack whore's basement, tried out new songs and accompanying tech elements (a drum track, a mike, a mini-fan—don't ask), slammed through the opening story, and basically acclimated ourselves to the venue again (we performed here last about a year and a half ago).
Afterward, Brandon and I had French onion soup at Au Coquelet Cafe on University Avenue, where we discussed which songs needed trimming and which needed to be reimagined, how to rewrite certain stories, and the shitload of things we have to get done tomorrow—Brandon has tons to memorize, as do I; game cards need to be made; a CD of sound cues must be created; and rewriting, rewriting, rewriting.
A run-through is scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday, a preview performance on Thursday, opening night on Friday, and a huge follow-up night to round out the first week on Saturday. Last night, I slept for about 12 hours, in anticipation of truncated sleep hours which are bound to happen this week, and I only touched myself once.
Oh, yes, and then there's Impact Theatre's official Creamy Foam trailer, which comprises clips from the first incarnation of our show:
I sit here after midnight and realize that I missed tonight's episode of Deal or No Deal, and I'm almost—almost—sad.