The Playhouse is normally abuzz. There are classes full of children learning and laughing, Cabarets rehearsing with the sounds of beautiful voices and piano keys wafting through the halls, or lip-trills and tongue twisters and groans from weary muscles in warm-up before rehearsals or performances. On any given day, there is a symphony of receipt machines, phones, printers, and knocks on doors, microwaves humming with Tupperware dinners on the lunch and dinner breaks, coffee machines beeping and tea kettles whistling,
and squirrels in the gutters scampering to their usual acorn storage places.
(RIP, Earl of Squirrel. 4pm isn’t the same without you, friend.)
There are the familiar voices of our beloved volunteers and staff, playing “Marco Polo” to find where Scott is in the building before climbing the stairs looking for him, the jolly fun of our wonderful set-building team underscored by hammers and drills and saws, Spotify playlists that are always a fun guessing game of whose turn it was to pick the music that day. And then, there are also the ever-exciting noises of a loved, older building in Cloverdale that fill every silent stretch, the ones that make the imagination run wild: ACs kicking on and off, water fountains whirring, creaks and groans of unknown origin, and whatever mischief our ghost is up to.
(Yes, we have one. We think he’s friendly.)
Scott Grinstead, our Technical Director at the Playhouse, has a fantastic group of volunteers who work so hard (while always with a cheerful and generous energy) to build every set for each production. They are a well-oiled machine and a great group of humans to boot. “More hands make lighter work,” as they say, and our set crew keeps things fun and light even while doing the heavy lifting! So, now that we are practicing good social-distancing for the safety of our Playhouse family, poor Scott is doing the heavy lifting sans the team. His hard work and dedication to keeping our little theatre chugging along during this difficult time is truly inspiring.
And here are some pictures of Scott’s progress as he builds our world,
the fire-wrecked remains of Neil and Jeannette’s home in Berkeley, CA: