The Death of the Bear

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Yeomen of the Guard closes today. Barring strike, at the end of Act II I will be crying tears of joy, rather than tears of sadness. It was a good show, it has good music, and it had a great cast. But to quote a stage direction in Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale, it is now the appropriate time to “Exit, pursued by a bear.”

I look forward to a future relationship with the Gilbert & Sullivan Society of Austin, and my butt will be firmly planted in the audience, enjoying the work that others are doing.

I’ve made some great friends. I hope to be able to figure out a way to keep in touch with Russel and Art, neither of whom are on Facebook. I’m thrilled that Robert, Derek, Rebecca, Janette and several others have Facebook pages so that I can keep in touch with them. I’m excited that Rebecca (and potentially Derek) may have some delightful affiliation with Acoustalyn in the near future, but that’s a story for another day.

I learned a lot from this production. And that’s all I have to say about that. I know only that, as the final act curtain goes down, the Bear is dead.