Musicals Are Pretty Neat

21 he/they, main: @confoundedman

[heypax]

the craziest staging in hadestown will forever be eurydice running after orpheus in chant and him NOT turning around and that being the issue. he doesn’t see her!!! the reason she goes to hadestown is BECAUSE he doesn’t turn around!!! it’s an old song it’s a tragedy!!!!!!

[astralknightt]

He loses Eurydice twice. Once when he turns his back on her, and the other, when he turns to face her

[xeebs]

my send-off art for the current hadestown cast! i’m gonna miss them 🥹🌹🤍

[snekysonjr]

The waiters

[mesmerholic]

straight friend groups:

the jock

the popular girl

the nerd

the basket case

gay friend groups:

the driver

the victim

the pusher

the photographer

[r0sierosierosie]

oh you wanna watch octet by dave malloy with captions ??????? literally just click this link its on youtube .........

(if you are seeing this and do not know what octet by dave malloy is it is an a capella chamber choir commentary on our relationship with technology and the internet and its GOOD !!!! very inchresting please watch )

synopsis : a meeting of the internet addicts support group 'Friend of Saul ' held in a church basement . All the characters represent a caricature of an issue for example gambling , pornography , gaming , etc . Every character / song also represents a card from the major arcana tarot deck !

[curls101]

this came to me in a dream while listening to the ghost quartet vinyl

[bootsssss]

I had to go through several lifetimes to get them...

[timecomets]

oh pierre...

[cannibalcritic]

while i love seeing portrayals of eurydice in wait for me (reprise) where she trusts and believes in orpheus completely and think that is a beautiful interpretation i so desperately need to see a portrayal where eurydice knows

she knows orpheus loves her and therefore knows that he will turn around but she follows him anyway because she loves him too and needs him to know that she would have been there

jack wolfe portrays orpheus as if he knows he is in an eternal loop and i need to see a eurydice who knows the same because the point isn't that they get out of the underworld the point is that he tried

"eurydice who knows and loves him anyway. who loves him because of it" - @lilliesinthevalley

[onefinch]

who is this guy. looks smart. probably got no terrible questions. I wonder if he sees anything with the candle in the mirror. probably lots of stuff.

[henrypercyhotspur]

natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 is like hadestown for people who hate romance

[lobotomy-jpeg]

WOOHOO, MY THREE HOUSES SCORE'S HERE!

[ID: Photo of the Three Houses score and a little postcard of the cover on the left. The background of the photo is a page of the score / end ID]

The reason I'm sharing though is because Dave did the sweetest and nerdiest thing- I was flipping through the pages when this fell out of Beckett's part:

[ID: two images of me holding a Magic The Gathering Card. The first one is the back of the card with the MTG logo. The second one is the front which reads: Arachnoid. Artifact Creature - Spider. Arachnoid may block as though it had flying. It follows the green sun over Mirrodin's surface, spinning massive webs of whispersilk as it goes.]

This is genuinely so darn precious v///v

[always-rolling-my-eyes]

And they were so right for that…

[artistrybyarielle]

Here’s how Great Comet can still win the Tony-

[metamorphesque]

What I love about theater — something one cannot get with movies — is the singularity of the experience and the absence of a final product. The "same" play can never be performed twice. Even if the actors follow the script word for word, letter by letter — even if they enter and exit the stage at precisely the same moment as before — a single breath taken differently will alter the performance.

And what about the audience? You can’t expect to have the same audience for different performances of the "same" play, and you certainly can’t expect everyone to behave exactly as they did in a previous one. A cough, a whisper, or even the disruptive ring of a phone — all of these ripple through the space, shaping not only the audience’s experience, but also the actors’ performance itself. The theater is an exchange, a living, breathing dialogue between those who perform and those who witness. As such, even if you watch the “same” play five times, you are, in truth, watching five distinct performances — five unique creations that will never exist again.

This singularity is not the only wonder of theater. There is also its lack of a fixed, final product. Each play leaves an impression, an aftertaste, a mark, so to speak, on the spectator, but that’s all you are left with. With cinema, the final product is the movie. With theater, there is no such thing. With plays, every minute is the product of itself. Its finality lies in its continuity.

Of course, some might argue that this notion collapses once a performance is recorded. But trying to record a theatrical performance is a futile pursuit; it’s like attempting to capture the moon and its light with an average phone camera. The essence slips through your grasp. The beauty of theater is that every second counts. There is no final creation because each second is a creation, constantly metamorphosing into the next, and the next, until the whole experience dissolves into memory, an aftertaste, a mark. The beauty of theater lies in its immediacy. Every second matters, for every second is a creation in its own right, an act of becoming that dissolves as it unfolds. In this way, theater mirrors life itself.

Both theater and life resist finality. Their "product" is their continuity. This is why theater so often serves as a metaphor for life. Both in theater and in life, every second matters because, at the end of it all, there is no final product. In the end, all that remains is a memory, an aftertaste, a mark left on those we have touched.

Man, don’t I love theater!

musings on theater

[kinglindwyrm]

said to portend untold horrors and end of the world (or, those left behind)

[gaygollum]

when i listened to ghost quartet as a kid i was like hehe. ghosts. hoo hoo hoo. but then at some point in adulthood it all hit me like a truck. now im infected with disbelief and blasphemy. but myself didnt have time for me didnt have time for someone so used up. i was empty then and im empty now but its not the same at all. i will try to forgive myself for my loss of wonder before stars. im confounded by music and babies and laughter and stories and goodness infinity and luck im confused by the notion that somebody loves me. like dave malloy you ruined my life