Building
a theatre, or rather three theatres, out of an old fruit and vegetable market,
that was obviously not designed for theatrical productions, is a challenging
task.
I
was involved in such a venture way back in the nineteen seventies.
I'd
been a resident in the Republic of South Africa for a few years when I found
myself in the employ of "The Company".
It
comprised of a manager/founder an artistic director and about 9 renegade actors,
who'd turned their backs on the apartheid run State theatre, where they'd had
good salaried jobs, and decided to join a Mr Mannie Mamin,
and create a fully
racial theatrical company that would play to mixed audiences.
This
was a very brave move and they knew they would be always under the watchful eye
of the state security system.
At
the time BOSS, the bureau of state security, was in full swing, mounting
excursions into neighboring states to kill dissenters who who'd fled, imprison
journalists who wrote against the apartheid regime, and tracking down young white
males who had refused to join the mandatory 2-year army service.
I
was asked by Mr Manim if I would meet the artist director of their group, a Mr
Barney Simon. Of course, I said yes, and a meeting was arranged for the coming
Monday morning.
In
intervening three days I was given a copy of a play called "Fortune and
men's Eyes". I was to read it but not told as to which part Barney wanted
me to play.
"Fortune
and Men's Eyes" is about 4 imprisoned juvenile inmates and the set is
their 4-bunked cell. There is a 5th member of the cast, their warder.
I
was immediately in love with the play and when I met Barney on Monday I agreed
to play the young transvestite, Queenie.
The
production was a huge box office success and I was immediately invited to join
the Company and play Malvolio in Shakespeare's Twelth Night. This was also both
a critical and box office success.
Both
these productions were in venues that the Company had to rent as they did not
have a permanent base.
That
was to change when the chairman of Anglo Amercian mining house took an interest
in the future of the group.
The
old vegetable market at the east end of Juta street in central Johannesburg was
to be demolished or put up for tender for conversion into another use.
Mr
Manim and Barney Simon with their new-found friend at Anglo American
immediately put a proposition to the city council.
I
have no idea what political or financial strings were pulled, but what I did
know was that the 12 or so young actors suddenly became carpenters,
bricklayers, plumbers, painters, and electricians. We accomplished these deeds
at the same time as being "Actors!"
Several
of the group went into rehearsal for Chekhov's play the Seagull, which was to
open in the newly created "Upstairs at the Market" theatre, later to
be re-named “The Barney Simon” after his death.
But
the first ever performance in the old fruit & veg market was a fund raiser.
I
was asked if I'd join Barney and legendary South African actress Janet Suzman
in this event called "Love and Repentance". This performance was to
be held amongst the rubble and cement mixers of the "To-be-Built" new
theatre.
I
of course accepted the offer and along with actor Michael McCabe, musician,
folk singer Keith Blundell, and Janet Suzman, we did the first ever performance
in the to-be-built Market Theatre!!
It was performed around a cement mixer over which a lectern was assembled. Keith was permanently ensconced on a bar stool, with a microphone for his voice and guitar. Janet was on-stage, a 4-meter square raised rostrum, all the time and Micheal and I, in turn performed excerpts from both Shakespeare's plays and sonnets.
These
duologues were joined together by Keith's dexterous plucking finger and soulful
voice as he sang some of Shakespeare's songs and some of his own.It was performed around a cement mixer over which a lectern was assembled. Keith was permanently ensconced on a bar stool, with a microphone for his voice and guitar. Janet was on-stage, a 4-meter square raised rostrum, all the time and Micheal and I, in turn performed excerpts from both Shakespeare's plays and sonnets.
Within
a week of our performance a quarter of a million Rand was raised, and the
company began rehearsals for its first production to be mounted in the newly
built theatre, " Upstairs at the Market".
Although
the major construction was done by hired contractors the more menial tasks were
tackled by us young eager thespians.
Names
that I can drag from my ageing grey matter are, Vanessa Cooke, Alleta
Bezuitenhout, Danny Keogh, Sue Keil, David & Di Eppel, Peter Piccolo,
Michelle Maxwell, Janice Honeyman, Leone Hofmeyr, Lesley Nott and Jacquie
Singer.
Refurbishing
of two converted rooms into dressing rooms for the actors working in The
Upstairs Theatre, was left totally in our hands, plus redecorating an area
adjacent to the foyer that was to become an art gallery.
We
had to do this in three weeks before the opening of Chekhov's "The
Seagull" directed by Barney.
While
the girls sat precariously high on scaffolding painting walls and ceilings,
Danny, David, Peter and I rigged up the theatre's lighting bars and wired the
dressing rooms so that every actor would have his own private make-up station.
This
last action was left to me as my grandfather had been an electrician and had me
help him rewire houses when I was eight years old.
We
worked sixteen-hour days, those who were in rehearsal for The Seagull, were
excused evening sessions.
I
worked non-stop one Saturday and Sunday until I had eight stations in each of
the two dressing rooms rigged with eight 60-watt globes, each with their own
switch.
The
opening night of The Seagull was a resounding and critical success. Four months
later Marat Sade again directed by Barney opened in the main theatre. It was a
momentous occasion and ran for six weeks to full houses and standing ovations.
I
was in that production, in a straight-jacket and tied to a wooden bench,
portraying Jacques de Roux, a paranoid serial killer. It remains one of my most
enjoyable theatrical experiences.
From 1976 till the late eighties I am told that I have been in almost two hundred productions in all three of the venues at the Market Theatre.
From 1976 till the late eighties I am told that I have been in almost two hundred productions in all three of the venues at the Market Theatre.
Some
of these I can't even remember as they were late-night or "Mid-night"
performances.
These
shows were either banned plays or plays written by people who ordinarily did
not allow their works to be mounted in South Africa's apartheid state.
However,
with Janet Suzman's help, Mannie & Barney managed to get permission from
the playwrights.
One
such production in what was called The Market Theatre Cafe, was of Stephen
Berkoff's play "East" in which Marcel van Heerden and I had the first
male to male French kiss on a South African stage. Lesley Knot and David Eppel,
anther two painting and decorating actors, were also in the production again
directed by one of my favorite directors, Mr Barney Simon.
We
were scheduled to have three performances over a weekend but the queue for the
tickets stretched around the newly converted building.
On
the final night of the three-night performances we had people watching through
small cottage pane windows that backed onto an old train loading platform that
was used for deliveries to the old market.
So,
it was decided to run for another two weekends until a visit from BOSS closed
us down.
Although
I and all the productions I was involved in over twenty-five years received
great applause and critical reviews, to this day NO-ONE has ever thanked me for
wiring the dressing rooms Upstairs!
2 comments:
Sitting at those dressing-room mirrors I often found myself pondering, "From whence this radiant luminosity that bathes my visage in such honeyed hues?" At last, I know who to thank!
Happy New Year, Ron!
I have a clear memory of you practicing your lines in Frederick Street (summer 1969 around the time of the first moon landing) while I muddled and stumbled along, trying to read the other parts in my thick teuchter accent, and all the time amazed at how you managed to remember so much dialog in such a short time, and then articulate it in such a well-modulated, orotund RADA voice.
Best wishes from Trumpistan,
Angus of Frederick Street
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