Rain, destruction can't get me down as long as great actors are around.
Saturday night: It didn’t register at first when I walked past the gallery that shares the building where Blood & Thunder is playing, then a few secs later: “That was a huge gaping hole in their storefront window!” A car had run off the road and smashed into the gallery, took out the wall and crushed some of their art. Something always gets destroyed on a rainy Saturday night in L.A., guaranteed.
I was already in a funky mood that weekend, and while I felt incredibly bad about the folks next door having to sweep up the destruction and board up their storefront, I also felt bad for the actors and the audience coming to see my play who would have to hear the noise from next door (the thin walls between the spaces have been a problem in the past). My mood lifted during the show watching Keith, Tony and Candace keep their focus and intensity and work the stage with another night of great performances. I am one lucky playwright, what the hell do I have to feel grim about?
They took it to another level — kept the audience in the world of the play despite the clatter and banging next door. It probably doesn’t hurt that Blood & Thunder is set during Hurricane Katrina instead of during an intimate dinner for two, but there’s some intense moments that I thought would be fucked for sure. But it went off. People were moved and all that.
Sun is shining again. Nobody got hurt that night. I hope insurance will cover the damages and the folks next door get up and running again quickly. And whenever I get in a funk again I’ll think of that night.