"Casino" or: the Italian way
Being here almost two weeks, I was ready mentally but apparently not ready enough, for this; what the Italians would call "Casino" and the French describe as "Bordelle (de merde", sorry ye delicate readers). The translation is not really "chaos" but more precisely a loud, un organized mess you just want to flee.
Rehearsal schedule is an extremely general idea here (and independent of any time frame) and when you arrive, you learn that your (very famous) Jose, the singer with whom you are supposed to prepare this very meant-to-be detailed drama, is not even going to show up until the very last week of rehearsals. Nor is the conductor.
Over the years, I have learnt about the unwritten hierarchy of diva-ness in the business; The more famous you are, the more liberty you can take when it comes to rehearsing. A good friend of mine who was the most famous singer in a previous cast, and was 2 weeks late to rehearsals, is now complaining that a known diva ,(more famous than my friend) who is currently in his cast, will not show up until much, much later. That's how things work. Deal with it or get famous.
On the bright side: Wonderful beautiful Rome, great fashion everywhere, fabulous food, my name here (pronounced so charmingly on every street I walk ) apparently is "Bella", and I am working in the late evenings to improve my hobby skills, composing Ambiance music on "GarageBand".
Rehearsal schedule is an extremely general idea here (and independent of any time frame) and when you arrive, you learn that your (very famous) Jose, the singer with whom you are supposed to prepare this very meant-to-be detailed drama, is not even going to show up until the very last week of rehearsals. Nor is the conductor.
Over the years, I have learnt about the unwritten hierarchy of diva-ness in the business; The more famous you are, the more liberty you can take when it comes to rehearsing. A good friend of mine who was the most famous singer in a previous cast, and was 2 weeks late to rehearsals, is now complaining that a known diva ,(more famous than my friend) who is currently in his cast, will not show up until much, much later. That's how things work. Deal with it or get famous.
On the bright side: Wonderful beautiful Rome, great fashion everywhere, fabulous food, my name here (pronounced so charmingly on every street I walk ) apparently is "Bella", and I am working in the late evenings to improve my hobby skills, composing Ambiance music on "GarageBand".
posted by Singin'rin at 4:52 PM
7 Comments:
What did I tell you? "play the diva: skip the rehearsing, let's go on shopping!!"...
;-P
(that was meant to be "let's go on with shopping!"...erm...well, nevermind. blame the keyboard, as usual. :))
happy shopping !!! yes yes !
guardetto
yea yea.. Am doing my best... It's just a bit hard to fit into the Italian pants.. low cut wasn't meant for the jews... :p
... Happy thanksgiving!
Rini, low cut wasn't meant for any human being, methinks: for instance, one's never supposed to sit anywhere, wearing that kind of pants!!! :-D
they are called SRO's - Standing-Room-Only's
Me like the low cut on the Rini
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