Mary Birdsong

April21st

The Tales of the City cast will (gulp) start exercising the

nudity clause in our contracts tomorrow.

But not to worry.  Our “tails” are in good hands– our amazingly talented and supportive director, Jason T. Moore, seems genuinely concerned for us…

Mostly because there’s no nudity anywhere in the script, and is totally unjustified.

Still, we all had an AEA meeting about it and decided to have a rider put into our contract stating that we’re allowed to drop trou whenever we feel inspired to do so. WE HAVE A RIGHT TO GET NAKED, DAMMIT! DON’T WE??? WHAT WILL “THE MAN” TAKE AWAY NEXT? I, for one, am sick of “the man” telling me what I can and can’t do with my own body, especially when other people are paying good money to sit in velvet-covered seats in the dark and WATCH my body.  My character (Mona Ramsey) will only be going topless, but the boys?  Well…. I guess you’ll just have to buy a ticket to find out. Annnnnnyway…

Our director was totally cool once we explained our vision to him. And eventually even super-uptight, buttoned-up party-pooper (and award winning author of the book that this musical is based on) Armisted Maupin came around too.  But it’s those two stuffed shirts from the Scissor Sisters (Jason Sellards & John Garden) that worry ME.  One of them’s a Brit.  And you know how THEY are. Well aren’t they the proverbial pot calling us kettles black? After all, they’re the ones who gave us DICKens, and A Tail of Two Titties.  “BIG BEN?”  Lighten up, people!  We’re in…

SAN FRANNNNNNCISCO!


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