Projection

 

April 3, 2022

Phlegm made me useless in choir this morning. Hope I was ornamental.

The Magnetic did excellently well at All Souls in the afternoon. I say that with an asterisk in my voice, for, despite my warnings, no more than one word in five could be heard. It has been years (I guess not since Montford Park) since I’ve heard the command “Project!” from a director. Actors expend no effort with their voices, and seemingly are never told that a conversational tone will not do. Also, someone brought a baby. The baby wasn’t misbehaved in the least bit, but the random little baby noises he made had better breath support and projection than the actors on stage. The work was at least twice as good as anybody was able to understand.