Douglas Anderson School of the Arts put on the winter classic: “A Christmas Carol,” directed by Bonnie Harrison, on the MainStage for the holiday season. First for some backstage photos–
And now into the show–
Douglas Anderson School of the Arts in Jacksonville, Fla., put on the musical production “Parade” November 2016. One of my photos was featured on http://www.broadwayworld.com/jacksonville/article/BWW-Feature-PARADE-Marches-In-to-Douglas-Anderson-School-of-the-Arts-with-Lessons-to-Teach-20161114
Brecht holds a specific influence in the direction I’ve taken. I first heard of him in a theatre history class at my high school, Douglas Anderson School of the Arts. We learned of epic theatre, and it’s combination of media and theatrical elements. As a storyteller in the 21st century, the increasing significance of technology in communicating ideas was apparent. In middle school, cell phones had just started becoming a thing, by junior year at DA, everyone had one.
I decided to major in journalism at the University of Florida, expanding my skill repertoire to include media. I took German classes, a two-week photojournalism course in Berlin and now, I’ve been living in Germany for six months. Alles ist ein bisschen verrückt (in einem Guten Weg, natürlich).
The show was intense.
I met up with some friends after the show, and Matt and I found lifeguard stands on the sidewalk. Not totally sure what their deal was, but they were fun for a few minutes and we befriended some Polish guys walking by with whom to continue the night’s adventure.
We kicked off the week with a night at the opera, specifically the Nationaltheater Opernhaus in Goetheplatz, Mannheim.
The opera was “Otello.”
It felt good to be in a theatre again, even if we were a bunch of Americans watching a Shakespearean play, converted into an opera, performed in Italian, with German subtitles. Uhh…
It was awesome. The set was perfect, not gaudy, just enough. Foreboding spikes locked together the wall that characters would throw themselves against in hurls of despair. They glinted as Desdemona’s costumes grew darker.
Though we were still fresh in our stay in Germany, it wasn’t difficult to figure out what was going on, the acting revealed what the subtitles didn’t. It was also neat to see an actor in blackface, I’d learned of it in theatre courses before, but had never seen it on stage. Otello’s face was painted black, darker than any skin-tone I’ve ever seen. As I have no other experience to compare it to, I’m not sure if historically that’s how it’s been done, or if that was the director’s choice to emphasize the contrasts in the black/white, light/dark, good/evil themes. In the first act, Desdemona wore all white.
Am Mittwoch (on Wednesday), Mone, Sabrina, Jason and I went to see “The Place Beyond the Pines” auf Deutsch (in German) at the movie theatre the next day. It was a pretty good flick. The movie theatre was also really nice, much more thought went into the design of this Cineplex than any AMC or Regal I’ve been to in the U.S. Also, they sell beer! What a great idea! They’ve got the usual popcorn, nachos and soda, too, but beer! Not sure on the price or quality, as I had water, but still, come on America.
We bought Eurorail tickets (which are SO much cheaper to order in the U.S. than to purchase here, trust me, I’ve done both) and after class on Friday, eight of us caught a train to Bruges, Belgium.
We hadn’t purchased reservations for seats, however, which meant that we spent a fair portion of the trip hanging out by the WCs (toilets) or sitting on the floor at the fronts/backs of cars.
In the next to last stretch, I did get a seat, though. And who did I end up sitting across from? The travel editor for de Volkskrant, a national Dutch newspaper. He told me of reporting from Afghanistan for six years, and how he helped start a journalism school there. We talked of cameras, the Himalayas, white-water canoeing…it was an interesting conversation, to say the least, one of the best parts of the trip.
I would have liked to learn more about that school, but I had to catch the next train, and didn’t catch his name (so if anyone reading this knows…shoot me an email! firstname.lastname@example.org)
We switched trains again, and made it to Bruges. We found the Europa hostel, dropped our things off and headed into town for food and beer. We discovered mayonnaise is the appropriate topping to french fries here, not ketchup. (Delicious.)
We stepped in a few beautiful cathedrals, including Our Lady’s Church, where we saw the “Madonna and Child” by Michelangelo Buonarotti and carved of Carrara marble. We ate chocolate and toured de Halve Maan Brewery on Saturday, which came with a light beer. But they also brewed doubles, triples and quadruples. So, natürlich, I also tried the quadruple. It was beautiful.
We closed out the day with more beer. It was Belgium, after all, the beer is superb there.
Sunday, we did a great number of things. First, we climbed 366 stairs to the top of the Belfry, which was especially wonderful for me because I recently finished David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas, and one of the characters in the book climbs to the top of that same belfry!
We wandered a bit, chilled in a beautiful park, and went on a search for the best beer in the world: Westvleteren. I went solo to the “Basilique du St. Sang,” “H. Bloedbasiliak,” the Basilica of the Precious Blood. Turns out, blood doesn’t look too pretty after 2000 years. It was a beautiful basilica, though.
I bought two books, a euro a piece in the square, and closed out my time in Bruges at Musea Brugge, an incredible art museum. I found the works by artists Jheronimus Bosch and Marcel Broodthaers particularly awesome.
And just when we thought the adventure was over, we came upon a field of roses.
These lands are magical.
For more adventures of UF students studying abroad, please check out the UFIC Blog from Abroad!
I walked into 1982 at 5 o’clock Friday without any idea what to expect (or mentally prepare for…). It was a press conference, I’d heard, for the variety show: The Reverend Angeldust’s Tabernacle of Hedonism with your Host, Tom Miller! which starts Monday, January 21 at 9 p.m.
People aren’t always thrilled to see folks with cameras around them, but at this -press conference- it was like I was something special! Appreciated, even! So I took that as welcome to snap as many photos in that dim-lit bar as possible, praying to that great Dumpster Goddess, Jamba, that one (Oh please, Jamba, one!) would maybe turn out bearable. See in the Tabernacle, Jamba is the pray-ee (the ..er…’being’ whom is prayed to).
The RATH is Gainesville’s newest religious institution as of Friday, January 19. The Tabernacle of Hedonism is the ONLY variety show which is also a recognized church (–that I know of), and also an incarnation of “The Tom Miller Show,” the longest running variety show in Gainesville.
I milled about as others milled in, and Tom Miller stepped up to the stage to introduce the other present Secret Council of Society Deacons, Daniel T. Ballard and Mike Garvin, they decide who performs. And then, the Reverend Angel Dust himself, the spiritual leader of the group, stepped up onto the stage to sermonize.
“Do only that which is RIGHT!”
The last member of the Secret Council of Society Deacons arrived and stepped up on the stage, only stopping brushing his hair to hold up the certificate which certifies that he, James Wesson, is an ordained minister. Each Society Deacon is, in fact, they signed one up right there in 1982 via the wonders of the internet.
Tom Miller first met Reverend Angel Dust when Reverend Angel Dust knocked on his door in 1984 selling poems for a quarter in a self-made publication. They started attending each other’s shows and when Tom Miller established his variety show in 1985, Reverend Angel Dust opened the shows with his sermons.
And now, 28 years later, The Reverend Angeldust’s Tabernacle of Hedonism with your Host, Tom Miller! begins tonight.