Game over

When we arrived at the theatre, we found this in the dressing room... (thanks, Adam)




After a re-match on Mr. Catch with the ushers of the New Victory, we played our last show.
This is everyone just before the show.

Last One

This is it. Our last day in New York. We will play one more show this afternoon and then we all go home for some rest. Not too long though, because on June 3 we're back at work, rehearsing for further touring with different shows.

If you want to come and see us, in June we'll be in Hango (Finland), Recklinghausen (Germany), Linz (Austria) and Hradec Kralove (Czech Republic).

The sailors are in town

I forgot to say that it's Fleet Week in NY this week. It means the city is full of young men and women in very white uniforms. It's quite a surreal sight and in some ways feels like going back in time. Many of the comedy clubs or bars have signs up saying servicemen can come in for free.

I can't stop myself feeling tempted to accidentally spill something on those pristine white shirts and trousers. And shoes (they look the weirdest).

They arrived in their ships on Wednesday, and stay around for memorial day, which officially is on Friday, but will be celebrated on Monday. They will leave with their ships on Wednesday.

Show 200

Yesterday morning we played show number 200. So after the second show of the day (show 201) we all went for dinner to celebrate. Considering everything's big in America, we had the most enormous steak (16oz.).
Afterwards we had to go for another drink to try and start digesting it.






There are only two more shows left now. The Mobergs and Aude are leaving tomorrow, the rest of us on Monday.

More sign language - if you're interested

Look at how the French sign for 'dead' is different from the American sign.

Look how Robin really goes for it when he translates Dave's singing.

One of the kids had picked up the envelope and put it in his pocket. But nothing escapes Tomas.

Moving my passport 3

This is the last installment of the passport story. I have my passport back now, even though the last bit was quite stressful. I went back to the Zambian embassy to find out that my passport was ready, but inside a safe in a locked office, and the only person with the key was stuck in traffic. So I waited for an hour, getting more and more annoyed because I had to get to the theatre.
The woman finally arrived, so I grabbed my passport off her and ran to the theatre.

I'm all done now with the passport business, just in time. I love it when a plan comes together.

Some sign language

There will be more later, when I have time to convert some of the other videos.

Belgian waffles in NY

I found this place last night so I had to try out the Belgian waffle. It passed the test. It really did taste like the ones on the Grand Place in Brussels. 14th St if you want to give them a try...

Licence to dance

I learnt something about NY. If you run a bar, and you want people to be able to dance, you need a licence.
Anna and I just went to a piano bar/open mic thing where the waiters were musical theatre actors combining their waiting job with taking turns at singing, and basically anyone could make a request to sing, and there was a sign up that said 'please no dancing'.
I laughed at it when I first spotted it, but an hour or so later a couple started dancing and the barman (who just finished his lot of songs) told them to stop. So we asked him what the deal was, and he explained they didn't have a licence for dancing.

NY is a strange city.

More people on stage

Today we had our first signed show. Candy and Robin joined the rest on stage to translate the show into sign language. They did a fantastic job, and I learnt a lot. I knew that sign language is different in different languages (not that that's ever made sense to me), but now I've seen proof of it. Robin would translate Aude into French sign language and then Candy would translate that into American sign language. The gesture for dead is definitely different.
I forgot my camera so I don't have any images, but if Robin and Candy agree, I will make some short video clips when they're with us next time (on Wednesday).

We never had a signed show. We were meant to have one a year ago in Edinburgh, but the signer ended up in the other space and signed Sgaramusch's show instead. It's great to have two signers, though, as I can assume it gets quite difficult if lots of people talk and interrupt each other.
But as Candy and Robin each 'played' different parts, it seemed quite clear to follow. They also changed positions according to what was happening on stage. So when Robin was translating Aude, and she was on the left of Tomas, Robin would be on the left of Candy.

All very interesting. And hopefully I'll be able to post some video on Wednesday.

Saturday in the big city

We had two shows yesterday and because it was the NY Food Festival, in between we could just walk down to 9th avenue and have an enormous choice of food stalls to choose lunch from.

After the second show, the Pagan brothers, Tomas, Anna and I decided to try out some burlesque. A variety of sources had pointed us towards the Slipper Room, so that's where we went. We didn't arrive there till midnight, and it looked like it had only just started.

There are some pictures of what we saw there, but considering children might be following this blog, I won't post them.
It may be enough to say that Tomas expressed disappointment after the first half and said that if burlesque didn't seduce or shock him, it was rubbish. After the second half we all agreed it definitely wasn't rubbish.

I have never seen anything quite as vulgar, and I'd have to think hard to remember when I last laughed so hard my stomach ached.

Vocal warm-up

Because the Duke theatre has very strong air conditioning, playing there is quite hard on the voices. So the guys are now doing longer vocal warm-ups, and they look like this:

The NY subway

I saw these guys today. The video is not of very good quality because I took it with my phone. They were very good, though.

Moving my passport 2

On rainy days, I move my passport around in NY. Today I moved it from the Tanzanian Embassy to the Zambian one.
When I picked up my passport from Tanzania the woman at reception looked at my passport and said: 'ah, vous êtes belge...' She made it sound like a bad thing, but then she smiled and asked me if I was from the French-speaking or Dutch-speaking part of Belgium. And then she started talking Dutch to me. She said she lived in Brussels for a while and she said she really liked Belgium and she was sure I'd really like Tanzania. So that was very nice.
They put this in my passport:


I walked 10 blocks uptown to the Zambian embassy. As opposed to Kenya and Tanzania, Zambia is not in a tower block. It was in a two-floor small building (that almost looked like a normal house). The woman there was not so friendly. She told me off for not filling out an address in Zambia, and when I said I'd be travelling around, she said 'Well, if I wanted to go to Belgium, I'd have to name a place where I'm going. Belgium is a big country, you can't just say Belgium, you have to name a place, otherwise I wouldn't get a visa.'
I thought about pointing out that Belgium is a tiny country, but the look on her face made me think twice and instead I wrote down Livingstone.
She didn't cheer up after that.
I'll get my passport back on Wednesday and then this game is over. Which is good, because there wouldn't really be enough time left to squeeze in another visa.

The East Village

Yesterday we did two educational performances, and the second group was very different from the first. Afterwards I found out that when we play at 4.30pm, the kids choose to go to the theatre, as it is an extracurricular activity. The house was as full as for the show in the morning, and even though the kids (well, teenagers, really) were not as rowdy as in the morning show, they were really with it.
During the post show discussion we got asked a question that left everyone speechless for a minute: 'where did Noam go when he died?'. Kjell was the one with the courage to answer and talked about the many deaths and casualties after the siege of Leningrad and how there wasn't really enough time or space to deal with them properly.


In the evening we went to the East Village and wandered around and had a few drinks.



We were meant to go and see IJK, the show that's opening this weekend in the main house of the New Victory, but their set got stuck in customs so they couldn't do the dress we were meant to watch. I'm very glad we didn't cargo our set. Then again we can actually transport this set as extra luggage, and I think the French company has a lot more set than we do.

Partying and Sightseeing

We just had our weekend, which was on Monday and Tuesday (ps: at our side of the world it is still Wednesday night, not Thursday morning). On Monday night there was a gala event at the New Victory and we were all invited. It was great. First there were drinks, mini hamburgers and lots of very nice small food, and then we all went inside the theatre. It's a lovely theatre (oh, I should probably mention it's not the one we're playing in) - old and beautiful. They were showing highlights of a variety of Broadway musicals, so we've now all seen a bit of everything. Well, not everything, not even nearly everything, but still.

Here's Alex and David getting ready for the show.


After the New Victory gala we jumped in a taxi and went to the next fundraiser: this one was hosted by a company called The Civilians (they're from NY and were in Edinburgh when we were there). There we saw a show of cabaret songs about communists and evangelists. It was very different.

Afterwards we wandered around the East Village and tried out some bars. Most bars are interesting, if not good.


On Tuesday Anna, David and I went off to Brooklyn in order to cross the bridge. I like Brooklyn a lot. So far I think it's my favourite place in NY.
This is the bridge. It's big.


We walked across the bridge and further downtown, via Ground Zero and Wall Street, into Battery Park. It was a very hot day so we sat on a bench by the water for a while (and got sunburnt). Then we took the ferry to Staten Island and on Staten Island there is a train that goes to Great Kills. Maybe next time I'll go there and check it out.
We took the ferry back straight away, because we couldn't quite work out what to do on Staten Island (other than taking a train to Great Kills, and none of us knew where that is), so we returned to Manhattan.



Today we had a school show in the morning and then had some food with Alex, who had to go back to the UK (though he didn't want to). Food in Chinatown, coffee in Little Italy, and then some of us went to Coney Island. It's the place with the very old roller coaster (you have seen it in films, they use it quite a lot as a backdrop). It's a strange place, which is called little Russia on the beach. There are definitely a lot of Russians there.


Even Starbucks translated their coffee menu into Cyrillic.



Tomorrow is theatre day. We're playing two school shows and then we're invited to go and see the tech dress of IJK, the show that will open soon in the main house of the New Victory.

Moving my passport

I've discovered a new hobby. It's called 'move your passport from one embassy to the next until you need it to fly back home'. Obviously I'm doing it because I need several visa's for my holiday in July (holiday, not touring). I have to do it here because this is the only time I'm in one place for long enough to let them have my passport for a few days. So last Thursday I went to Kenya. The consulate was in one of several buildings at the East Side of Manhattan in a place called United Nations Plaza. It took me a while to figure out which building I needed to be in, and when I finally found it, I nearly didn't make it back out.
Not because of the Kenyans, they were very nice to me. It was because of the building. The receptionist told me to take the lift up to the 4th floor and go to room 4014. That was easy. Got out of the lift and followed the signs that had room numbers on them - like in a hotel. Went in, gave them the paperwork, photo's and money and walked back out. And I couldn't for the life of me remember where I'd come from. All the corridors where light grey, all with the same dark grey doors. So I walked for a while, turning corners, going back, trying different directions. I didn't meet anyone, so I couldn't ask where the lifts were. Also most of the doors had no signs on them, so I felt it could be wrong to just knock on any door to ask for directions.
I made it in the end, got out safe and sound.

Today I went back there to pick up my passport. This time I paid attention and found the elevators easily. This is my visa.


Then I moved on to Tanzania and happened to be in the lift together with the consul. I didn't know it at the time, but he opened the door for me into the consulate and welcomed me in. There was a big picture of him behind the receptionist with a plaque underneath saying he was the consul.
The Tanzania building was a lot easier. And it had one of those cool lifts that skips the first 12 floors.
On Friday my passport will be ready and then I'll take it to Zambia.

Top of the Rock

Yesterday we had a great Sunday afternoon show. The whole audience seemed in great spirits.
Afterwards the Mobergs, David and me decided to go up the Rockefeller building. The people from the theatre had told us it is better to go up there, because from there you can see the Empire State Building, whereas if you climb the Empire State Building, you can't see it from the top...

Here's Sasha checking out if he really wants to go all the way up


If you look closely you can see Brooklyn Bridge


Central Park


The Mobergs on top of the world...
I don't think it's lonely at the top, it looks more like a lot of fun.

The shows

In the meanwhile we've played 6 shows (one for the New Victory staff and one open dress rehearsal, one for a school group and 3 for families). It is great to see how the New Victory has a big following and fill the seats every time.
The school performance was great: New York kids are clearly louder than European ones - in a good way. They arrive very well-prepared (thanks to the New Vic's extensive education programme) and are very serious about going to the theatre (we've been told). After the shows we had a short Q&A and people (adults and kids alike) really think about what they've just seen, which is great and very interesting for us.

The theatre has an enormous amount of staff members and we're gradually getting to know them and they're getting to know us very fast. It's come to the point that the ushers come and watch us when we play warm-up games. And they applaud whoever wins.

The name game

You might remember I told you about the woman at the American embassy who tried to pronounce our names. I was called Elkie and she wouldn't even try Kjell's name.
Well at the New Victory I'm still Elkie and they admitted that prior to our arrival they'd had many discussions about Kjell's name. Everyone who'd been in touch with us via email kept asking each other if they'd figured it out yet. And whenever Kjell phoned them he seemed to manage to not say his name.
So when we arrived we all introduced ourselves and revealed the mystery to the New Victory. Apparently they'd been convinced it was K-Jell.