Living High Down in the Pit. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!


The Premiere!

“Good evening everyone! I’m Mark Hofflund, managing director of the Idaho Shakespeare Festival. On behalf of….”

Here, under the stage, I and seven other musicians—the pit crew—listen over headphones to the premiere night’s curtain speech. Near the end of Mark’s comments, the red light bulb near Music Director Matt Webb illuminates. The moment the show's stage manager, in a booth above and at the back of the theater, extinguishes the light, Matt presses a button triggering the click track’s “One, two, three!”

And with that, we begin playing the overture. Over the next two hours and twenty minutes, the pit crew delivers a relentless cavalcade of ABBA songs weaving the musical Mamma Mia together.

There’s a process getting to that first performance, that first “One, two, three!” 

So come along! In the spirit of summer, I invite you to grab a cool beverage and head into the pit for a behind-the-scenes look at performing live music theater in the great outdoors… and being part of the pit crew!

The Past!

Musicals haven’t always been a signature of the Idaho Shakespeare Festival (ISF). Over its 42-year history, ISF has evolved into a nationally recognized professional theater, and though its name implies all things “Bard,” the company typically stages two of its five plays each season from Shakespeare’s collection, or “canon.” There’s a good reason for this: Not all of the canon’s 37 plays attract large audiences—even when staged with a modern twist of costume or stage design. To keep things moving forward, ISF adds other dramas, comedies and—since 2000—musicals to each season’s lineup.

This season marks my 11th and 12th productions, playing percussion for ISF this year with the blockbuster Mamma Mia and the jukebox musical, Beehive. All told, I’ll rack up more than 60 nights between late June and the end of September at the outdoor venue.

I’m on tour, but on this tour, I end each night at home. It’s like touring magic!

The Prep!

Getting set for the tour is a big part of the process. First, there’s practice time to get up close and personal with the drum score. Then comes the three “pit crew only” rehearsals. It’s a good idea to know my part well going into these sessions or embarrassment and panic will follow. Finally, there’s tech week, when the cast and the pit crew assemble at the theater to button up the show. Tuesday through Thursday prior to opening, these stop-n-go six-hour sessions allow the director and her team to fine tune staging, choreography, and lighting, as well as costumes and set changes. Down in the pit, this is our chance to make last minute notes and adjustments. This whirlwind of activity culminates in Thursday’s one and only full technical run-through of the show! It all happens very quickly in preparation for opening weekend.


First band rehearsal at the downtown Idaho Shakespeare Festival offices. This is when I find out if I practiced enough; if it's going to be fun or a train wreck. It turned out to be fun.



Matt's view from the pit opening. From this vantage point, Matt not only plays one of four keyboards, he also conducts and provides cues to both the band and the actors. I think he'd play another instrument or two if he had more arms.



Tech week rehearsal with David and Esteban ready to shred all over ABBA's greatest hits. Tech rehearsals are six-hour marathons lasting until midnight at the outdoor venue.
























































The Pit!

Pit living is a world all of its own. The pit crew is indeed “in the pit”— under the stage sharing space with mice, mosquitoes and other small buzzing, biting, and stinging creatures, along with the occasional frog and feral cat. At the peak of summer, the air in the pit can be stiflingly hot, stale, and muggy at the top of the show; after a thunderstorm, swampy. We have to be prepared to wage battle with creatures and heat, all the while performing music in a way that the audience forgets we’re there at all; we’re the wallpaper holding the house up.



Watch your head! Home Sweet Home down in the pit with instruments, a variety of electronic amps and controllers, and many, many cords serpentined across the cement floor for that "lived in" look.



For Mamma Mia, the pit is an even stranger world. To recreate the sound of ABBA, the pit crew is made up of eight musicians. Matt directs and plays keyboards, and three additional keyboard parts are tackled by Stephanie, Svetlana, and Jeremy. Rounding out the sound are David and Esteban on guitars, Shayla on bass, and me on drums. But what makes this pit experience different is that everything is electronic—keyboards, guitars, bass, and drums. There are no monitor speakers in the pit; we all have headphones and control our own sound mixes. When we're playing, it's oddly quiet in the pit... Just me thwaping away on the plastic drums and cymbals while everyone else's playing is essentially silent.

In keeping with the ABBA style, click tracks (metronomes) play in our headphones to keep each tune at a precise tempo. Making the sound even bigger than life, the click tracks occasionally contain prerecorded—or “flown in”—percussion and background vocals. Rounding out the sound are two backstage vocal booths in which up to eight actors sing on songs, adding a true live chorus.






The Mamma Mia Pit Crew! From left to right, Stephanie Zickau - Keyboards, Svetlana Maddox - Keyboards, Esteban Anastasio - Guitar, Moi - Drums, Matt Webb, Music Director and Keyboards, Jeremy Stewart - Keyboards, Shayla Lewis - Bass Guitar, and David Hibbard - Guitar.

The pit crew adorns traditional rock-n-roll black so as to not distract audience members who have an eye shot into the pit.


For me, drumming from the downbeat to the final note, it’s a physical and mental workout. My body's contorted with my head twisted to the left to read the drum score while my limbs face forward and work to get the best sound from the electronic drum kit. All the while, the incessant click, click, click of the click tracks and the quick segues from song to song keep coming like a freight train, a satanic jazzercise session in a muggy dark basement. At times, it’s an out-of-body experience as my right foot, my bass drum foot, plays “four on the floor,” the classic and constant “Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!” beat driving ABBA’s songs. The concentration is high and intense.




Matt's got his finger on the click track button, ready to fire off another round of clicks in our headphones. The kit of electronic vDrums was... well... let's say interesting because they require more work to play than an acoustic kit.

Hey! Here's a factoid: The drumming for ABBA was not done by a machine. Nope! Swedish session drummer Ola Brunkert played on all of ABBA's albums!



Beyond the pit, there’s more activity going on backstage. Stage hands are assisting with quick costume changes and set changes and the actors are shifting from one side of the stage to the other. It's alive with activity… all taking place quietly and out of sight from the audience.

We’re on the downside of the 28 Mamma Mia performances. No sooner will it close than the process begins again for September’s show, Beehive. This time I’ll be playing real drums with no click tracks. Just fast-paced rock-n-roll celebrating the women who made our music!

Touring at home couldn’t be better…

Stay tuned! There’s more TourAlongWithTodd coming your way this summer!

Until next time...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Ciao!



Jellystone and Pic-a-Nic Baskets!


Ah, Jellystone Park in Springtime!

Its vibrant atmosphere buzzes with bees, birds, and butterflies. And bears, bison, and bobcats frolic in flower-speckled meadows while geysers burst with majestic plumes of water and steam. The world is so beautiful.

Well, that’s how I imagine Yellowstone in spring, but we visited the park in late February with a promise to our Swedish exchange student—Isabell Persson—that winter is the perfect time to experience the park’s wonders.

But first, let’s back up a bit. Natalie and I are lifelong residents of Idaho and have lived within six hours of Yellowstone for the past 29 years. Nevertheless, we hadn’t stepped foot in the park in… quite a while. For Natalie, it was 1969 and Neil Armstrong had become the first person to take a stroll on the moon. My last visit was the summer of 1974, the very same summer Nixon resigned. As a reminder, Richard Milhouse Nixon was the 37th president of the United States and had “issues” that forced an early exit. Today, we’re on our 45th president. I wonder how it will turn out for him...  

In winter, unless you’re John “Grizzly” AdamsLiver-Eating Johnson, or some other crazy, smelly mountain man, access to the park is restricted to snowmobiles modified to produce less sound, or snowcoaches. Being non-smelly and mostly ordinary people, we contacted the fine folks at Yellowstone Tour and Travel to purchase a 3-night snowcoach package at Three Bear Lodge.

Along with a one-day Old Faithful snowcoach loop tour, our package also included a prime rib dinner, three breakfasts, a special gift from the lodge’s store (YO! Get your Three Bear Lodge hat or water bottle!), AND tickets to the IMAX theater! I did the math. The package really was a better value when compared to booking items à la carte. 

So there you have it!... All of the background information needed to go along on this TourAlong.

In picture and caption format, it’s time to see Jellystone Park! 


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Yogi Bear and Boo Boo are here to guide us! 

Let’s go find a pic-a-nic basket! 

Shall we?


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Our drive to the town of West Yellowstone was spectacular! Sunshine, blue sky, cloud-shrouded mountains, snow-dusted meadows, and lunar-like lava landscapes. This was a photo opportunity day! It turns out the girls had a secret bet: How many times would I stop the car to take photos? Natalie said 12 times; Isabell said 14. And the answer is?....  13 stops. They declared the outcome a tie. And I now know I have yet to reach the acceptable maximum number of photo stops. Game on!

The final 30 miles to West Yellowstone was different. As dusk turned to night, snow began to fall... we had entered the "winter zone."





Saturday morning was time for a snowcoach tour! The snow fell as the wind blew, but modern snowcoaches know no limits. Crammed in the cab with 14 of our favorite strangers, we were off to see the sites of the world’s first national park!





The first animals you're bound to see in Yellowstone are bison. They roam everywhere and pay little attention to snowcoaches. However, one cross-country skier we happened by was out of breath, wide-eyed, and in a bit of a panic after being chased by one of these large creatures.




Wrapped in its feathery cloak for warmth, but lacking enthusiasm to fly in a fridgid day's wind, this raven found it better to stay on the snow. As our tour day wore on, we met the idea of leaving the snowcoach with waning enthusiasm too.





Being a super volcano and all, Yellowstone generates a bunch of really hot water that bursts from geysers with frequency. The Internet is normally the "go to place" for scientific fact-finding. Yet when asked, "How many geysers are there in Yellowstone?" the Internet answered 300 to 500 geysers. That's quite a range, don't you think? Apparently the Internet is not very good at counting. Perhaps it was confusing geysers in Yellowstone with geisers in Yellowstone or geishas in Yellowstone?

ANYWAY, signs are posted reminding everyone not to place a boy scout on top of a geyser. As the image shows, the scout may lose his hat and camera, ruining his day. Now that I think of it, it's probably not a good idea to place a scout on top of a geiser or a geisha either!






Old Faithful is seen by millions of visitors each year, but if crowds aren't your thing, winter is by far the best time to stroll along the boardwalk surrounding the geyser's cone. Our tour took us to Old Faithful for two eruptions, and during that time, Natalie and I were a wee bit distracted calling and texting our real estate agent. You see, we were neck deep in buying a new home and selling ours, and while snowcoaching around, we received four offers on our home and had long distance decisions to make!







An eagle swooped in on a fish dinner and our driver stopped the snowcoach for a photo opp to record it.





It wasn't until we were back at the hotel, and I could zoom in on the images, that we learned the eagle had clobbered a sitting duck! At 17 years old, Isabell's eyesight was better than everyone else's on the snowcoach; she knew she saw feathers flying! Isabell and the eagle were both very pleased with themselves. The duck, however, had had better days.






Isabell's ready for our Sunday tour of downtown West Yellowstone. We had gift shopping to do, an IMAX movie to see, food to eat, and beer to drink. And we did just that! Well... no beer for Isabell... wah, wah, wah, waaaah.

Here's a Todd Travel Tip: West Yellowstone's IMAX features two movie offerings. One is a current Hollywood movie; the other is about Yellowstone. Go with the Hollywood movie.






Monday was supposed to be our road day home, but the blizzard was in full bloom and the roads were closed. It was a vacation snow day! What to do? There's the restaurant again, and more fascinating shopping... and don't forget zombie-like wandering around in the storm.

Hmmm... Let's go with zombie-like wandering and visit the Grizzly and Wolf Discovery Center






Bird d'oeuvres anyone?




At the Grizzly and Wolf Discovery Center, you can see lions, tigers, and bears. The center's staff gave all the fun animals cute names, but they won't let you ride them. Come on! These are cuddly bears and big puppy dogs! What a bunch of Debbie Downers!






After three days of storm and snow, and a bonus day wandering around the hotel and town, the roads opened. Thirty miles into our drive home, the pavement was dry and the skies began to clear.

Ah, Jellystone Park in Springtime!


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So THAT'S how an unexpectedly extended winter weekend in Jellystone Park goes! Isabell saw a bit of Yellowstone and a bunch of snow, and she checked an item off her bucket list; we all saw lions, tigers, and bears; and Natalie and I sold our house!

When will we visit Yellowstone next? Who knows? Probably when a human walks on the moon and a president is forced from office... I'd give it a year or two.

But wait! A photo album you ask?

Why yes, of course!

You can view the complete set of images that tell the story at Jellystone in Winter.

Click the first image, and then use the right-arrow key on your keyboard to advance the slide show.

Thanks for coming along!

Until next time... 

Ciao! ~ Todd


Wait! The new house? Here you go...



Located eight miles north of Boise along Highway 55, our new home faces a small park at the south end of the Avimor community. At a recent block party BBQ, we learned our neighborhood is known locally as... South Park!

The rainbow is a permanent fixture in the sky and is paid for by our homeowners' association fees. Sadly, the double rainbow option was too expensive. ~ TC




The Europa 2017 Photo Safari - Part B!

What can you do to fill the empty and meaningless void in space time between the Grammy Awards and the Superbowl?

I know! How about viewing Album B of the 2017 Europa Tour Along… now ready for your perusal!



In Album B, we visit Milan and go on to Switzerland, and then to Germany. Album B is slightly different from Album A in that Milan has no mountains. The city does, however, have many Italians and stupidly-expensive clothing stores.

Once back in Switzerland, the mountains make a serious comeback, accompanied by cows with bells, chocolate, expensive watches, and more mountains.

Album B is best viewed with captions. You can do this by following these easy steps:

  • Click on the first image. The caption will appear at the bottom of the image
  • Some image captions are longer than the space allows, as indicated by a “…more”
  • To view the entire caption, click on the “… more”
  • Move your cursor to the right or left of the image and CLICK to move forward or backward


So dust off your dirndl and/or lederhosen and yodel along one more time!

Won’t you?


Photos That Will Blow Your Mind!

What’s the BEST part about coming home from a travel adventure?

That’s easy!

Showing everyone you know all 3,600 of your photos—complete with riveting backstory!




Or, how about the CliffsNotes version totaling 315 images split into two albums, posted one week at a time and with NO backstory?

Come along for a view into Europa 2017 Album A... Won’t you?

In this album, we go from Bavaria to Tyrol and on to the Dolomites. Along the way you may note there are many images of mountains. This is because we were in the Alps and, as it turns out, they are made of mountains. It’s also because I like mountains.

Before you click on the convenient link provided below, please note that you can view the photos in one of two ways. I suggest option two.

1. As a slideshow. To do this:
  • Click on the first image
  • Click on the three vertical dots at the upper right corner
  • Select SLIDESHOW

NOTE: In slideshow mode, image captions are not displayed and you will miss out on all of the caption fun!


2. One image at a time WITH captions. To do this:
  • Click on the first image
  • The caption is displayed at the bottom of each image
  • Move your cursor to the right or left of the image and CLICK to move forward or backward


Let’s go! Here's the link:












Europa 2017 - The Epilogue!

How could any adventure be complete without a trip to...

Wait for it....




IKEA!



Loyal readers know one of us LOVES an IKEA store no matter which of their 389 worldwide locations happens to be nearby.

I'll give you a hint who this is: It's Natalie.

Yep, we made a trip to the Frankfurt IKEA, conveniently located on the A5 just 17 minutes from the Frankfurt Airport. Other than the presence of Germans, this IKEA was identical to each of the other 388 IKEAs. And look! We could have bought an advent calendar for €12.95! In October! We didn't!




With endless movies to watch inflight, gazing out the window is a seemingly forgotten pastime. I occasionally broke with etiquette by sliding my window shade up to see what was happening outside. Shown above, Greenland passing by at 500 miles an hour. The temperature outside was -53°, but inside the window was hot to the touch from solar radiation. What a difference an inch makes.




Our approach into the Bay Area took us by the catastrophic fires and, after clearing customs, we learned our flight home was cancelled; smaller planes were not landing at the airport due to smoke. We were rebooked for flights the next morning. With hotels across the entire area sold out, the San Francisco airport became our home for the night. Hmmm... what to do? How about dinner? Yes! I had a good burger and two beers, and Natalie enjoyed fish and chips and a glass of wine. "L'addition s'il vous plaît!" Including tip? $90.00. It really didn't matter anymore. 



Wandering around the airport we came upon an exhibit of the work of model builder Edward Chavez. This was super weird because Edward was my uncle.



Thirteen of Edward's models were on display. Here, the Curtiss Condor AT-32-B. Some of his models have been displayed at the National Air & Space Museum in Washington D.C.



Around 1:00 a.m. the music in the San Francisco airport became oddly soothing. The shops were closed. TSA had gone home for the evening. And there were cushiony bench things... By day, they're occupied by everyone putting their shoes back on after comparing sock styles at security. By night, they become heavenly beds for airport dwellers... like us... and these two who insisted on spooning in public. Hey! Get a room!... Oh! Wait... You can't...

I'd give the San Francisco airport a thumbs-up hotel review on booking.com if it weren't for the crazy loud announcement, repeated at frequent intervals, reminding everyone sleeping to also watch their bags at all times. It was literally impossible to comply with this request. There was another announcement about a cafe in a corner of the airport, far, far away (and on the other side of the security gate) that stays open until 4:00 a.m. Oddly enough, coffee wasn't interesting to people trying to sleep.




Lonely tracks at the Wengen train station above the Lauterbrunnen Valley, Switzerland.

The photo album work is underway. Until then...

Ciao! ~ Todd

Cliff Top Living and Other Scary Things


The TourAlongWithTodd Europa Odyssey 2017 is nearly complete, but there's one more opportunity to don your lederhosen and/or dirndl!

NOTE: Readers fearing heights might want to include an adult diaper.

OK! Is everything strapped tightly into place?

Let's begin, shall we?  


Natalie and I thought a quick round of ice skating would warm us up for our last few days in Switzerland.



Mürren, Switzerland, sits cliff side above the Lauterbrunnen Valley and is accessible (for tourists) only by cable car and train. Mürren and its sister village, Gimmelwald, offer peace and quiet. Rick Steves has an excellent episode about the area.


After a morning of heavy rain, the waterfalls came to life. It's easy to see why the Lauterbrunnen Valley inspired Tolkien's Rivendell in The Lord of the Rings. Gimmelwald is visible cliff top at the right.



Lauterbrunnen, Mürren, and the Schilthorn were the backdrop for the 1969 James Bond movie, On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Unlike The Lord of the Rings, James Bond is real. I know this to be true because I'm a man.



Never missing an opportunity to capitalize on the past, the nice people atop the Schilthorn have provided an opportunity to "be a Bond" via a giant tube replicating the view through a gun barrel. Pictured here, Natalie gets ready to shoot her fingers at lurking spies. I didn't want to spoil her fun with a lecture about the efficacy of using fingers to shoot things.




The bathrooms at the Schilthorn are cleverly disguised. Can you guess which door is for which sex? Bonus question: Can you guess which door is slightly more sexist? Regardless of which door is best for you, once inside, dialog from the movie plays out while you do your business. "Oh Todd, you DO have a big gun!"... at least that's what I heard. AND, while washing my hands, an image of actress Diana Rigg floated into view on the mirror and said "Oh Todd, take me!" GAWD, I never wanted to leave that bathroom.


Other than the bathroom, the rotating restaurant, and the museum devoted to the 007 movie, there's a view of some boring mountains. In this case, the Eiger, Mönch, and Jungfrau. The Mönch (the monk) keeps the Eiger (the ogre) away from the Jungfrau (young woman). Below and out of frame is the Lauterbrunnen Valley.




Cattle of Mürren are moved from pasture to barn via village streets. This normally quaint event, ideal for snapshots, became quite a spectacle when two rival groups of cattle met. In this Cliff Side Story, the herd leaders locked horns, much to the delight of fellow tourists, and much to the dismay of the farmers trying to sort out the melee. 



Cattle fights are not limited to the street. Tables and chairs were shoved aside as bovine differences played out (I'm guessing over grazing rights). Now... look at the picture, close your eyes, and imagine the smell. Ummmm....

We ate dinner in this restaurant minutes later. 




A fun activity for all? Rent bikes in Mürren and ride down to the Lauterbrunnen valley, see the Trümmelbach Falls carved deep inside rock walls, and then take the tram at the far end of the valley back to Mürren!



The Swiss created a path to get up close and personal with the Staubbach Falls, the most famous of the valley's 72 cascades. Interestingly enough, the number of fellow tourists visiting a site drops exponentially as the amount of physical effort required to reach the site increases.



The Swiss sort and stack firewood in amazing ways. Playing with matches is strongly discouraged... It must suck to be a kid growing up here.



We met lots of fun, interesting people on our trip, like Jeffrey and Bill. Jeffrey was a bit surprised when Natalie was seated next to their table at the restaurant in Mürren and asked, "Are you Jeff?" Yes... the very same Jeff Curnes Natalie grew up with in Grangeville, Idaho! The world's a big place, until it's a small place!



Check your adult diaper for a tight fit because here we go on a cliff side "via Ferrata" high above the Lauterbrunnen Valley! Here, exposed 2,000 ft. above the valley floor, Natalie tests the iron steps by jumping up and down on each one as hard as she can over and over again! Our guide, Willy, led the way for our group of eight.



"Hey Natalie! Look down!" "You know, a helmet's not going to help that much."



The suspension bridge was trickier than you might think. Near its beginning and end, there was just one cable to hold on to (the lower of the two on the right), and the vertical cables are spaced about eight feet apart... and the bridge bounces and sways... and the drop is 1,000 ft... and there's no time to cinch up your diaper. 



Andrea, host at Hotel Schützen, moved to Lauterbrunnen from Hungary seven years ago after falling in love with it and a young man there. Though we were booked at the sister hotel, Hotel Jungfrau, Andrea upgraded us to the Schützen on her initiative. She also let us park our car in the lot for the days we were up in Mürren. Andrea wins the TourAlongWithTodd 2017 Award for Excellence!



A long drive to the north and into the home of our 2013 German exchange student - Leonie Ottovordemgentschenfelde. Above, Natalie, Marcello (Dad), Petra (Mom), Oma (that's "Grandmother"), and Leonie and her beau, Felix! Being around Leonie was a treat. It's as if time had stood still.


In a lecture hall of her university. Just back from a year of volunteer service in the African country of Benin, Leonie is beginning her university career, studying sociology. 

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And there you have it! 22 days and a whirlwind tour in and around the Alps!

You can now safely change from your lederhosen and/or dirndl back into your everyday boring clothes, but we always suggest keeping them and a diaper handy; you never know when the urge to yodel will well up from from the Alps deep inside you.

As cliché as it may be, this trip was as much about the people we met and visited as it was the valleys, mountains, and food. As for schnapps, flat tires, and bidets? For one of them, I will wield sweet, sweet revenge...

Ciao! ~ Todd 


Fall colors and glacial melt water outside Trümmelbach Falls, Lauterbrunnen Valley, Switzerland.

Yes, there WILL be an official photo album of the trip... eventually.