Monday, 16 June 2014

concerning Mr Clarence Darrow...

I had a dream... not a big dream, I'm no Martin Luther King but merely a superficial shoe fan... Just a small, insignificant to every other human being dream, a dream which -if it were to come true- would only change my world forever and would leave everyone else on the planet at exactly the same place they were before... my dream was to see Mr. Kevin Spacey on stage before I die.

And my dream came true last Saturday night, when I found myself at The Old Vic Theatre in London clutching in my hand a ticket to see his Clarence Darrow. When the lights went down and I saw his figure silently taking his place on the stage, a tiny light from the cigarette he brought with him flickering (maybe the only man allowed to smoke indoors in the UK...), my eyes filled up with tears... I'm not a very emotional person... but this was just the beginning of what was going to be one of the most emotional experiences of my life...

It was an out-of-this-world performance... I don't think it is fair to say he was acting, nothing about those 90 minutes was fake. He was Clarence Darrow! The words were beautifully put together (the story of this man is extraordinary anyway) and the person on that stage spoke them right to my heart and I had this sense of being held captured by what was happening at that small stage right in front of me... I was overwhelmed!

I will never forget this. I will never forget this feeling of completeness through art. I will never forget the standing ovation afterwards, when about maybe 500 people were trying to say "thank you" and "bravo"... I hope we did indeed manage to say to him "thank you" and "bravo", I hope we did manage to give back to him, the lone actor on the stage, just a little bit of what he had given us for the past hour and a half...

Need I say it really?... There has not been a shoe manufactured yet that I could compare this experience with and come close... But even if, still, Mr. Spacey's performance would be better... ;)

Ps. I did in fact think at some point during the play that I can now die a happy woman... maybe that had something to do with the allergic reaction I got the next morning and the ambulance ride through London (bucket list: check)... but, all well when it ends well, I'm still here and (for whomever is listening up there) no, I'm not ready to go just yet... too many dreams unfulfilled  ;)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Please don't call yourself superficial again. And don't die, even if you are happy. Thanks, @T

CC said...

Ok. And ok. ;)

Anonymous said...

I like that happy part, though :-)