"Shakespeare knees" is an ailment, in the lines of swimmer's ear or tennis elbow, from which i am now suffering. It seems each time i'm in a show penned by the Bard, it end's up being really physical. In this show, i'm blocked to scuttle across the floor on my knees in order to woo Luciana. It may look good to the audience but it hurts like hell. Tonight when i got back up, blood could been seen on my khakis. The same thing happened during Complete Works where i went though three pair of pants during rehearsals because the fabric couldn't take the abuse. I must get my own pair of kneepads.
If i have not mentioned it here before, Comedy of Errors opens October 7 and we run Thursday-Saturday, closing October 16. We're performing in the Spectrum Theatre Black Box (Second Floor, Room 201). The show is really starting to take shape. Now if i could just remember all those lines...
Posted by Matthew at September 22, 2004 11:49 PM