Ryan here -
One of the things Will asked me to do with this blog, is discuss, delve into and determine the difference between working on theatre out in Chicago - and working on theatre with O.A.T. I haven't really jumped into it yet, however, because I hadn't figured it out yet. Or rather - I figured it out 2 years ago doing Midsummer, and realize it more every day I work on Romeo and Juliet - But - Today - and yesterday - It just came right out - and said, "Here I am".
Yesterday was my birthday. September 9th. Thanks Mom, for popping me out. I know it wasn't pleasant. So thanks for that. I don't think we thank our mom's enough for that. You know? I digress.
Yesterday I went to court for not having a Fishing License on August 10th while fishing on the Willamette. $397.00 later I decided I'll never again fish without a license. I don't think we thank the police enough for those lessons. I digress. Again.
Yesterday I rolled into rehearsal an hour early, made some prop knives with a circular saw, some duct tape, some sand paper, a pencil, and some wood. I don' t think we thank our non -existent prop-masters enough for these opportunities. I digress. X 3.
Yesterday we lit the white gasoline and lanterns and the propane fire as the sun went down, the breeze slowly picked up, and the Super Moon rose up above our heads. I don't think we thank Coleman Co. enough for their products. I digress. looks like 4 times.
Yesterday after rehearsal, we celebrated my birthday, and Sam Steel's (Lady Montague/Peter/Apothacary/Page) Bday, who was born on the same day as me 9 years later, with spaghetti, red wine, garlic bread, cupcakes, and Chocolate -Chili- Cinnamon cake. I don't think we thank folks who put together birthday dinner's, that make the entire day feel like a birthday - Quite enough. I digress. might as well stop counting.
Yesterday - we went to a Scotch bar called The Stillhouse and shared glasses of smokey delight and laughter through the midnight hour.
I don't think we thank Brothers who pay for half of the tab of the table - Quite enough. I wasn't really digressing. It was a trick. Fooled you.
Because this is it - This - is what is different. I don't think you have to be in Oregon to find this - I'm sure people have found it in every state, every nation across the world - But I have found it here along the western edge of the WIllamette river.
I often talk about the "Magic" that is out here. The magic in the air, flickering in the firelight and glowing down from the moon. And the reason it is magic - is because at some point, in every rehearsal, we all latch onto it. It's like we all hop on this train that's headed straight to creativity town. Everyone in the town loves each other, trusts each other, protects each other, lifts each other off the ground. From that place, from that connection, art explodes like air bursting out of a rubber balloon - Bursts forth like the crackle of a pine cone at 600 degrees with the force of a cresting tsunami. It is in these misty times that I hear people saying - " What just happened, what yall just created? its the best I've ever seen that scene. In any production." People. Keep. Saying that --- Night after night.
We open in 7 days. The show is worth a plane ticket. The show is worth a train ticket. The show is worth a boat ticket. The show is worth it.
I've never been in productions- where I truly believed, if you bought a plane ticket JUST to come see it - that it would be worth it. Not until O.A.T's. Not until this. We are producing a Romeo and Juliet none of us have ever dreamed of before. Every day it challenges us, widens our eyes, and obliterates the stereotype we know - as "Romeo and Juliet". And everyday, we fall in love with characters we thought we knew, but are actually just meeting - a little more.
That - is the difference. The Love. The Pride. The Ownership.
7 Days ladies and gentlemen. 7 days.