Hello Haven. I've got the blues because I read all these wonderful reviews of Tom's Hamlet without being able to watch to play in person (just like a lot of us) and I'm feeling so sad. Do you think there is even the slightest chance that the performance will be recorded ? Thx to in advance. Have a nice day.
Aw, little gray face. I’m sorry. i’m a big theatre fan, there was a period of years in which I was really up on the news and knew what was going on, mainly with New York theatre. I understand what it’s like to miss out on something that you want to experience so badly.
I really don’t think a recording will happen. There aren’t any officially announced plans for it. We got spoiled with Henry IV/V being made for television and that Coriolanus just happened to be filmed for NTL. That makes not seeing Hamlet even worse.
We will just have to rely on the few who are lucky enough to have gotten tickets and hope they are willing Sharers. And if they know how to use the voice memo function on their phones, even better. ;)
The difficulty that typology blogging entails is that everyone is in a different state of development.
Cognitive functions, enneatypes, variants, they all function on a different level within each individual person. It´s hard not to be tentative when giving advice or making posts in general, I experience this a lot. The danger I see is telling the person on which development stage they are/should be, making it sound so definite that the person will ultimately take everything to heart word by word. I think that any personality theory is not as compelling as it is presented, as we present it. Yes, humorous representations included. Getting caught in a detrimental self-fulfilling prophecy is the last thing you wanna do - humans tend to place more emphasis on the negative by default so this is twice as dangerous. So I´ll stress it: Think critically, select.
At this point in my life, I was carrying around both an iPod and a phone. I’m grateful for this in retrospect because the entire chorus came in one ridiculous rush, as I listened to the music on a loop on a crowded A train to a friend’s birthday party in Williamsburg.
I lived at the top of the A train at the time, so that meant taking the A from 207th street to 14th street, then the L into Brooklyn. I don’t know how to describe the feeling. It did not exist one moment and then there it was, coursing through my head: “Death doesn’t discriminate …”
I got out of the train in Williamsburg and began singing into the voice memo function in my iPod from the loop I was listening to in my phone. (This is why I was glad I had them both.) I said hi to my friend, wished him a happy birthday, had exactly half a beer, and turned around for another hour-and-a-half train ride home, during which I worked out the other verse variations.
Music doesn’t discriminate when it arrives either. It’ll get you on the A train if you’re open to it.