Kickstarter - 36 hours to go!

We're getting down to the wire with our Kickstarter campaign, folks, but we have made a lot of progress!!  Some statistics for you:

Current Pledges:  $1,675
Fundraising Goal: $3,500

Pledges needed to meet the goal:
Total: $1,825
Per Day (1.5 days): $1,217
Per Hour (36 hours): $50.69

Take another look at that last number, and ignore the big scary four digit ones.  We just need a little over fifty dollars per hour over the next 36 hours.

We can do this.

We've been saying it all along, and it's a truth that bears repeating:  Every dollar counts.  $50.69 per hour is a completely achievable goal!  Please encourage anyone and everyone that you know to pledge toward creating this great new work.  How far can we make it by the end of dress rehearsal tonight?

Stay tuned, and thank you for your continued support.  We look forward to seeing you all this weekend!

Preview of Coming Attractions: "Trouble!"

Happy November!  We open one week from tomorrow - here is a little "teaser trailer"for your enjoyment on this beautiful sunny day.  

Soprano Miriam Kushel sings "Trouble,"  Mrs. Joe's aria from Act I, Scene 4.

Notes from the composer/librettist:
"Trouble" is the first place in the libretto where I departed from Dickens' text.  It was a difficult process - I hate when adaptations drastically change characters or outcomes from the original story.  The decision to write this aria was conscious one, made to give the character of Mrs. Joe more dimension.  Dickens' writing alludes to a time in her life when she may have cared more deeply for her brother Pip than her current actions lead one to believe.  There are also hints of regret that she herself is childless.

Trouble, trouble!  

My dear Missus Hubble, you don't know what I go through!

My hands are red and sore with work, my hair an early grey.

Tied down to my apron strings I worry night and day.

Pip is always wand'ring out, and breaking bones and scraping shins,

but Ah! he thinks I don't care for his wellfare.  

But late at night when no one knows and no one hears and sees,

I weep for Mama's guidance, Papa's laugh and warm embrace.

I love!  My brother that I raised by hand,

but Ah! He is trouble, yes indeed!

He is trouble, yes, indeed!