Last night at 7pm, Under Construction, had its final performance at the Humana Festival of New American Plays in Louisville, KY. It was a great show, one of the best of the entire run. The audience was very warm, and they seemed like people who really wanted to be there to experience the final show. Tom acknowledged at the top that this was the last one. For me, having been along for the entire building of the show, Tom’s acknowledgment of the liveness of this performance– its final breath in this space– was bittersweet and made every moment a little more special and transient– here we go one last time. As Tom called out the scene numbers at the top of the show (”tonight we’ll be performing scenes 6, 79, 29, 22, 67, 107…”) an enthusiastic lady from the audience cried “BINGO!” That was the spirit of the whole night. There was a man who left the theater during the ‘1st date’ scene. As the narrator, Tom sternly asked, “Do you have a monitor pass?” And of course during Ellen’s fearless Annie Sprinkle monologue, a thoughtful audience member didn’t have any good advice on how to give a blowjob, but after pausing for a second was able to say the thing you need the most to give good cunnilingus: patience. (That was just about as good as Saturday’s 10am performance in which a woman nervously offered, “I don’t love audience participation.”) Then their was the tiny piece of cardboard tubing that went flying during ‘Bad Stuff’ and bopped Sarah Lunnie, our dramaturg, on the head… she was totally fine.
Of course the show isn’t over. That’s what’s great about SITI shows… the installation is leaving the museum but it’ll show up somewhere else. Next they travel to Arizona, then Illinois. Check back for updates on how they’re putting the show up in 2 new venues.
For my part, every second of the rehearsal process and subsequent run has been a joy to watch. The piece’s esoteric nature seemed to draw out the necessity to work through the building block aesthetics at play working through the show in rehearsal and how that related to the training and then finally the presentation of the work itself to an audience. The company seemed to go on their own journey through Rockwell to Cage to Rhoades. Always there was room to let everything breathe and let every moment take its course, but still the trust that the company would make it to the end of the play in time for tech. And they did– just in time. No one really stressed, at least it seemed. This play is a tough one to unlock. For that reason maybe, the mystery of the play always kept me intrigued and also provided something to think about and come back to the show with. Kudos to Chuck for such a rich text, and kudos to Anne and the company for being open and committed enough to make the piece both deliberate and organic. I can’t get over the generosity of the company members with each other and with those who were in the room. Being around the company reaffirmed the reason I got into theater in the first place. Their commitment to the work and to each other as a company is inspirational. So a big ‘thanks’ from me out into to ether to whoever has been following this blog and to every person involved in the production of this play. Cheers.
~Nathan Green
p.s. Here are some photos from the end of the final show:
I love those dear hearts and gentle people
Who live in my home town
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down
They read the good book
From Fri- ’til Monday
That’s how the weekend goes
I’ve got a dream house
I’ll build there one day
With picket fence and ramblin’ rose
I feel so welcome each time I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin’ like a clown
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town
There’s a place I’d like to go
And it’s back in Idaho
Where you’re friendly neighbors smile and say hello
It’s a pleasure and a treat
To meander down the street
That’s why I want the whole wide world to know
(I love those dear hearts)
I love the gentle people
(Who live in my home town)
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down



















