Oh Pulcinella, you're simply mad!
01 April 2010 by admin
Our rehearsals for the Spring antipasti program had been underway for a week or so when we were scheduled to have our first day of Pulcinella antics. My legs were tired and I was ready to go home to enjoy a glass of Brunello when I realized that having a role created on me would be as wonderful as the shaved porcini salad at Antico Noe in Firenze. I decided to stay. Pulcinella is a debonair jokester with little or no inhibitions. He succeeds in being the center of attention in perpetuity. He is helplessly doomed in attracting women and he is forever followed by his loyal clown fratelli. He prances about in his clown suit as if it were the most exclusive couture in all of Milan. I see absolutely no relationship between Andrew Taft and Pulcinella whatsoever. The piece begins with nothing but the head of Pulcinella. His head is simple and elegant like a well-reduced Bolognese sauce. The curtain is reluctantly drawn due to the imminent frenzy among the maidens within the theater. Sadly, there is a body attached to said head... The fun ensues as the Pulcinelli take over the town and unintentionally woo all of the ladies (it's unavoidable). Rehearsal time in the studio is always bright and the creation process is molto bene. I am reluctant in divulging too many of Pulcinella's secrets. The ballet is coming to fruition, the characters are developing and the laughter will be a wonderful thing... just like the magic that happens when basil meets mozzarella and tomato. Buon appetito! -Andrew Taft