About midway through the first act I found myself distracted by the incessant, insistent sound of handbag-rustling from adjacent seats, and by backstage hubbub in the form of distant doors slamming and props being shunted from place to place. At first I was annoyed at the discourtesy towards those onstage. Then I realized that if … Continue reading
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Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can’t See: a Guest Post for Quite Irregular
My friend and colleague Jem Bloomfield has once again allowed me to insinuate myself into his Quite Irregular blog, this time with some thoughts on blindfolded musicians. I wrote this after the image of a blindfolded pianist glimpsed during the National Theatre’s current production of Edward II put me in mind of blindfolded musicians in … Continue reading
The Arras and I
If it has not yet come to your attention, I’ve developed a mild obsession with the word ‘arras’. I don’t mean the town in France, or the WordPress theme, or the Belgian cyclist, but that thing Polonius hides behind right before Hamlet stabs him. I don’t know what it is exactly that amuses me so. … Continue reading
In a Merry Hour: Caitlin E McDonald 