call me ishmael

having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought that I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

shipmates! this weekend I'm playing Ishmael in a production of  Orson Welles' Moby Dick Rehearsed down at the Access Theatre. The premise is thin (a Shakespearean troupe gathers to try out an adaption of Moby Dick, and somehow magically even though they're never done it before there is lights and sound and staging) but actually Moby Dick is a compelling story! Who knew!? Certainly not your high school English teacher. 

No but for real doing this play finally got me to read the damn book and it's legitimately great. A little dense at times, but more often than not it's funny, poignant and spiritually explorative. I've found similarities between the whale hunt and my hunt for fucking acting work. It's reminding me that if your only goal is one particular whale, you can miss out on the beauty of the voyage to get there. And also that one whale may kill you. viciously. and everyone you know and love dies around you and you're swallowed by the whale and never see the light of day again.

so come see moby dick i guess!

here's the real low brow way to get tickets:

https://davidewatson2.wixsite.com/oculustheaterco

greasy luck to whalers,

ellie