It was the “World Premiere” of a new play by Witi Ihimaera – and it was the Arts Festival. I was studying a paper at Vic Uni, one that I actually was quite into – drama department, but it was about theatre as texts more than the acting side. It was really an English paper. And one of the assignments required us to go to a play – a new play – and analyse the script against the performance.
And it was the first big play I had ever been to – sold out, packed, a commissioned piece, one of our better known writers putting together something to challenge and celebrate on an anniversary of the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi.
I loved it. And I remember being there with an American friend who whooped and hollered and didn’t seem to understand a thing about it.
I passed the assignment. And the course.
Can’t remember much about it, script-wise, but still have the book at home somewhere. There was a good line in it about Ginger Rogers having to do everything Fred Astaire did. And backward. And in heels. I remember liking that.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.