Tabishland

Is that where Dave did DEATHTRAP? I know I saw it but can't remember who else was in it. I think I'm confusing it with the IUP summer stock production that Ian was in. Someone needs to generate a list of those productions - I completely forgot about that place. And that it was originally a hunting club.
 

(For the record, I don't think it's appropriate for you to call Mr Tabish by his first name.) A curious bit of pop culture trivia: the movie Waiting for Guffman is actually based on the PVP (&HC). Ginger claims to have photos from that era, albeit dark, given the limited throw of the 40W-in-an-old-paint-can lighting technology. I recall The Bone repeatedly struck his head on the ceiling beams. Since the Class of 1978's Most Dramatic didn't do summer stock, he missed out on the shared M/F dressing rooms. A treasured but vague memory is the name of the nursing home the 2 old guys came from (30% of the audience on a good night) and the best selling item on Mrs. D'Angelo's intermission cafe: Swedish meatballs, Italian wedding soup or Lance products. I think they also served General Foods International coffees back then, way ahead of the Starbuck's thing. A little oasis of culture and European class amid the strip mines and slag piles.
 

PVP was a blast. We did a lot of fun shows, once, I remember, performing to an audience of three. It was a great opportunity to hang out and perform with friends over the summer and meet other theatrical types. The shows I remember were Godspell, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, The Cherry Orchard (oh, man, what we did to that play...) and I'm sure more will come to me. Tim's right, the shared dressing room was certainly a memory, and the Rainbow was, unfortunately, where I learned to drink. Bad move all around for me. But we had a great time. 20 minutes away DID seem like forever when you lived in an place where everything happened in one small town.
 

Joe may be remembering Sleuth which I didn't see, but remember Hizzonor doing, with maybe Ray Cupples? Wow. Could that be right?
 

Huh. Maybe it was SLEUTH. I just remember Dave using a crossbow, which I don't remember being part of SLEUTH, but maybe it was something clever the director added.
 

But it was fun. I didn't drink then. Probably Jeff Magee and I drove in a seperate vehicle and were horrified, but secretly jealous of the drinking.

I'll always remember a production of Ten Little Indians we did where we spent most of the time trying to make each other laugh. I truly have like a ten second 8mm film clip transferred to video from the summer of 1979.

It was a great place to have a lot of stage time and not really know your lines.

But The Cheery Orchard? Oh, tell me more about that one!
 

Well, besides the fact that that play was hopelessly beyond anything that audience could get .... I'm not sure if I'm remembering correctly or if it was a bizarre dream I had. There was a scene in which I was a ventriloquist and had to pretend to throw my voice. Vince INSISTED that we actually use a recording of my voice and a speaker about 6 feet away from me. That damn thing malfunctioned ALL the time. Never did my "thrown" voice come in on cue. It either never came at all (dead silence on the stage for an eternity) or came over my lines before it was supposed to, or my favorite: didn't come, which brought the silence of death, and THEN came on as I actually pretended to throw my voice. And of course, the audience always laughed. It was mortifying.
 

I'm trying to remember why EJ opted out of the converted indoor rifle range/unisex dressing room thing-- a definite high point for adolescent males like Bone, Mealy and me. Even Smith was intrigued and almost thought that Dramatics might be OK. But I'm thinking that may have been the Lost Wyomissing Summer of '77.
 

I recall doing a tryout at PVP, and maybe I got a part as well, but I don't recall being in a show there. I did see a few shows there with Mr. Tabish and Ian in the cast.

I do remember hitting a deer on the way back one night.
 

It will alawys be MISTER Tabish to his face. Ever notice how, regardless of the situation, you're always pretty much who you were at age 17?