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The rehearsals so far for "Philip Glass" have been such laugh-orgies that I don't know how we'll get through performances with straight faces. Given a different group chemistry, I can see how this text might be a fist-biting nightmare to learn. But it feels like we're actually getting it, bit by bit. Maybe its just the insane challenge of learning this fugue-from-Mars that sets us to fits of giggles. The playlette is a sad montage of lost love, but it cracks us right up. Last night on my way home it hit me for the first time that in a few weeks we will be doing this without scripts, in front of people, and the thought of that only made me laugh harder.

The problem with fugue is that you can't really get off-book by yourself; you have to memorize it as a group because of the endless music-y cues. So we're stuck together like one great big 8-legged retard, guffawing and tripping over ourselves. But somehow, it's working. This show is laughing gas for actors.

Philip need
hazel nuts

Baker need
yogert pretz

Women love
'nana chips

LOAF OF DRUGS