While we're on food, my mother and some of her friends were involved in a dinner theater in Tennessee, when we lived there. I remember them doing a production of Steel Magnolias. There are certain plays that, like certain foods, are pure comfort. Like my mama's homemade mac-and-cheese, a play like Steel Magnolias just feels good to me.
Jonathon Moscone, California Shakespeare Theater Artistic Director, has mentioned before that he used to think about Shakespeare as akin to eating his vegetables, he mostly digested it because it was good for him.
Then there are some playwrights and plays that we acquire a taste for, after being exposed to them over and over--for me that's O'Neill. I've really started being excited about his crazy, obsessive stage directions! And how he was and is a revolutionary voice in the American Theater.
Our taste-buds change, we refine our palettes, we binge and purge, we fast, etc, etc, etc--I'm sure you get the idea. Theatre is digested. Theatre is nourishing. And sometimes theatre satisfies our stomachs and our tastes and our needs all at once.
Chekhov is a little bit like the best salad I've ever had. I know it's good for me. I know it tastes good. I know that it will sustain me. I feel good when I ingest it. I am interested in each different ingredient, as well as the composition as a whole. It is complex and simple simultaneously. It is impossible to recreate. It is delicate in a way that one rotten or spoiled piece can disrupt the whole. It is careful and thrown together. It is fresh and earthy. It is fun. Sometimes it doesn't make sense. It is something I crave over and over again.
Okay. Now I feel silly and hungry.
Eat, drink and be merry, I guess!
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