My advice to the next generation of men and women applying for colleges is perhaps avoid the college that excels in your strength.
I will remember 2018 for many things, primarily as the year of courage. No, not shown by me but by all the brilliant children I have worked with over the past year on Joseph and Nativity! The Musical among other projects.
If it really is true that only one in 10 gets a job then why not make it your goal and mission to be that special one? If your heart, mind and manner is set on a successful career there is nothing to hold you back.
I haven’t felt the calling to scribble my thoughts down of late. However, the recent passing of one of the world’s greatest dance makers Gillian Lynne has moved to do just that.
When a show comes to an end – as Half A Sixpence did this weekend in the West End – it is often a challenging time.
Recently many of us mourned the passing of an inspiring dance teacher in Somerset by the name of Joy Tinney. Her christian named pretty much summed her and her teaching methods up perfectly. She encouraged students of all abilities to create, to strive to be better and most importantly to discover the Joy of dance….
In the same rehearsal venue as us are the kids of School Of Rock – a show that is high on my list to see. Every morning at 10 and every evening at 6 you see the real heroes, no not the kids but the parents waiting for their loved ones.
I recently had a delightfully reminiscent few hours with an old hoofer chum about our dancing years. Ah, those glory days long before the bones started to creak, hair recedes and magazines landed on my doorstep for middle aged must-haves.
Whilst sipping my free coffee (thank you Waitrose), I got to thinking about my idols and how they inspired and motivated me and just what it feels like to actually meet one of them – though in my case not in a supermarket!
A – A is for the need of an honest Assistant who speaks the truth and that you can trust! When you find the right one never let them go!
So many times when I am choreographing a show someone will challenge an idea, a dance step, a creative vision. Oh how I long for someone to just say: “Yes, I will happily give that a go”.
Text can sometimes be a prison. At its best, postwar British theatre is a writer’s theatre, with the great pensmiths — from Samuel Beckett, John Osborne and Harold Pinter to Caryl Churchill, Martin Crimp and Sarah Kane — carving out visions of everyday humanity in all our agonies and glee.
According to Jullian Marsh in 42nd Street “The most glorious words in the english language are Musical Comedy”. How head spinning, toe tapping, leg kicking right he is! London is practically sinking under the weight of dance shows at the moment and I for one couldn’t be happier.
There is a song in our new production of Half A Sixpence entitled “Joy Of The Theatre”. In most instances this is indeed true.
The Off-West End market is an over-saturated one. Years ago it was an exception to see a full-scale musicalmounted on the fringe; today they are virtually on every London street corner!
The Brangelina break-up got me to thinking of a theatrical bust-up that I once witnessed. Where no love was lost and divorce was inevitable! I was part of a show where the leading lady fired three leading men in quick succession.
Last weekend I had the absolute joy of returning to where it all began. The alarmingly lanky, awkward yet determined young Andrew first got the taste for this beautiful business at the Strode Theatre in Street many decades ago. A wonderful hidden gem of a venue run by a brilliant women, Liz Leyshon.
Even at this ripe old age theatre, still excites me like nothing else does. The child within is still very much alive and kicking.
once when my own father came to the press night of a rather challenging production I choreographed, his very first and only comment was that he liked the scenery! Ouch..
The wonderful (fellow Mate) Libby Purves herself had a Sixpence related question, and I quote: “I just want to know IN DETAIL how Andrew Wright gets those actors to do such astonishing perilous Olympicish THINGS. They fly through the air! They skid! They throw one another! End of Sixpence is like a pub brawl between seraphim and gods”!
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