So, after 16 years of living here in Ashland, I finally hit up a real Shakespeare play -- "Twelfth Night" last night.
What was keeping me away? you might ask.
I mean, I've seen almost all the other OSF plays, and nearly everything Off-Bardway (isn't that the funniest word? it means all the other theaters in the area.)
Anyway, it was the language.
I just never felt driven to sit for three hours and decipher mid-sixteenth century English.
But I don't know what I'd been worrying about.
The language was so not a problem!
I want to go again! I want to see everything -- the dramas, the comedies.
And the setting -- the open, outdoor theater, with bugs and bats and the teeniest breeze!
And the costumes -- the lace and brocade and rhinestones!
Oh, and the actors! They were charming, funny, incredibly pro! Veteran Michael Hume is always a treat to see. And "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" director (and my new friend) Chris Moore made the perfect Malvolio.
Okay, I was home late (11) looking up words like "pestilence" and "accost" and "usurp." And I still can't figure out why the whole thing was titled as such.
But now I know where this comes from: "If music be the food of love, then play on!"
Oh, and this little gem I tucked under my shiny belt: "Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them."
FALL 2015 TOUR
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