Well, it’s been quite a week! We closed “Spamalot” at The Media Theatre on Sunday, and now I’m in full on preparation/panic mode for my one-man “A Christmas Carol” that goes up in two weeks at the same theater.
I’m a bit bummed because I’m going to have to withdrawal from this year’s Philadelphia Marathon. I’m sad about that because I’ve really worked hard. Unfortunately, I’ve been suffering from BVVP (aka Vertigo!), and I haven’t been able to put in the miles over the last couple of weeks that I’ve needed.
It’s been more than a little scary the past few weeks, as this condition is no respecter of where you might be and/or what you might be doing when it comes on you like “a bad lobster in a dark cellar” (not exactly sure what that means, but it’s my favorite line from “A Christmas Carol!” Suffice it to say, vertigo happens very suddenly and with very little warning).
It came on me twice while I was on stage and, needless to say, it freaked me out. The first time it happened, I almost fell into the orchestra pit. Luckily, I was headed off stage at the time and made it to the wings. Believe me, nobody wants to fall on top of the brass section! They get upset about stuff like that!
I’ve got some medication and we’ll see what happens, but let me tell you, it’s no fun at all.
So, in honor of this condition that has me spinning, I give you a scene from a classic film, with a classic score and one of my favorite actors. Enjoy!