The musicians and the Yugenauts spent another semi-coherent week together in late-March including, but certainly not limited to, some rehearsing, some discussion and a couple of roadtrips.
I'm trying to get the gist...
Actually, this strange and unfamiliar methodology our fearless Directore is applying to the creation of the Cycle Plays is radical, not just in execution, but in preparation and results. Frankly: it's nuts. The only analog I can come up with is childbirth. Preciously apt perhaps, but relevant. No one can know what we've gotten ourselves into and "we can't work like this." But, secretly, it's a heady stone, intoxicating in its wall-eyed instant of leaping out of the ballon at 40,000 feet to skydive and then float; experiencing every moment as a tingling rush and only after the event is past realizing what's happened, and able to grasp the experience in such a way as to explain it.
This is not the script...we're making it up as we go along.
Carry on! carry on!
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