Chronicles of Dustin Ashley Beam

I never knew being a horny old lady would be so tiring and brilliant. Oh theatre. "Producers" is intoxicatingly fatiguing, it is. I am learning a variety of new things. Sometimes I feel like a dumbass, but oftentimes that is where the gold lies. My body feels like a human Jenga after Sunday's rehearsal. Off to study songs, choreographisms, and rehearse, DAB

Have you ever awoken and felt like a few impassioned gnomes performed a nocturnal dancing ritual on your body tapping their gnarly little feet into every portion of your epidermis? If not, good for you. If so, let's talk. Really. We shall compare "how to get rid of the nocturnal gnomes" notes. Oh the mornings, how I love 'em, how I love 'em... DAB

I spent the night being a pigeon. Theatre is such a bizarre zoo, it really is. I am EXHAUSTED due to traveling hours on end and doing the final shows of the tour and rehearsing for "The Producers". Simply dragging, but cannot really appear so because I have to be professional and ready to go. Yikes... It has been an odd first week of rehearsal for a slew of reasons. First, there is a cast member with whom I have previous baggage and that always is FUN. Second, I was unaware that the interns that started a week prior to the show would be full on rehearsing, thus when I entered the scene (and a few other non-interns) I would feel unprepared and unbonded. Hee... I know that is not a word, but I so enjoy creating new ones. So to walk into that situation has been uncomfortable, but certainly not insurmountable. I just need this Monday and Tuesday break to rest the mind, heart, and study my different characters and acquaint myself with who they are and how they breathe. My v

My show is ending this week and I have started a new one. Changes... in a bit of a blah spot. Oh those blahs. Just living in it and learning from it. And men... I am one of them, but I swear that sometimes I do not speak the language, especially that of the gays. It is always a mystery to me. Yikes. I have been fatigued from touring and my road trips and have finally slept enough to reinvigorate the senses. I feel as though I have been living in an automobile the past few weeks. Oh wait, I have. There are certainly worse things, but I am looking forward to playing out in the lovely weather and dancing about like a nutty little spider monkey. Winks. Dustin

Transparent: I reviewed the definition of transparent and, in the process, found two words with which I was unfamiliar. The definition of transparent that I feel accurately encapsulates the essence of the word is: trans⋅par⋅ent     [trans-pair-uhnt, -par-]–adjective 1. admitting the passage of light through interstices. 2. so sheer as to permit light to pass through; diaphanous in⋅ter⋅stice   [in-tur-stis] –noun, 1. an intervening space. 2. a small or narrow space or interval between things or parts, esp. when one of a series of alternating uniform spaces and parts: the interstices between the slats of a fence. di⋅aph⋅a⋅nous [dahy-af-uh-nuhs] –adjective 1. very sheer and light; almost completely transparent or translucent. 2. delicately hazy. Through my newfound translucence I am admitting the passage of light, a new and rich light that shines like a beacon of purpose. I love words. They are my pals. I have been fueled by anger and sadness, the black, pe

Life is funny. You never know when you shall meet a perfect stranger, talk, hang out with mutual friends, then have a discussion about life, love, pasts, and eat eggs and learn about each other until... 5:30 am. What a charming and unexpected night. You just never know when IT happens. Much love on this early morning to you and wishing you late-night talks and new connections, Dustin