So I'm "in theatre." That's been my main preoccupation since forever.
So I am in a smallish city where the outlet for directing, acting, everything theatre---is an amateur community theatre.
So that's ok.
So it's good that it's a better than average theatre.
So do I find a happy, supportive arts community at this theatre, full of people who encourage each other and celebrate each other's work.
Um---in general, no.
Opening night this past week of the new show, "The Foreigner." One of the strongest shows I've ever seen at the theatre. Wildly successful cast, tight inventive direction. Kudos. I let them all know it was a theatre-affirming experience like I'm always hoping to have when I attend a play.
Who is scurrying out to the parking lot the second the show is over, with no words of praise for the well deserving company? The theatre's current president of the board.
Nice guy, often. Means well, usually.
But he leaves like that?
It's not the first time the board members have shown an utter non-comprehension of the importance of the theatre's volunteers. (see earlier blog posts and my website about the horrible fiasco revolving around an original cast CD)
Give me the actors, the volunteers, the people actually living the dream by putting their sweat and inspiration into good productions. Give me them--not out-of-touch governing boards who lose touch with the fundamental reason a theatre goup exists.
It's irritating. More, it's discouraging.
Wears me down, and I don't want to play anymore.
But I will play again. If not with this highly disfunctional group, then somewhere else--because I'm one of those people who Must continue creating theatre, the art form I resonate most with and which I've been given gifts of talent for.
Nothing's perfect. Some things, like this theatre group, are even less perfect than others.