…And the bartender says, “Hey! That’s the name of Amanda Rountree’s new one-woman show!” Creating a show has a lot of steps to it. I began writing this current show last year. It came in fits and spurts and began mostly as unconnected memories and stories about my journey as a performer and an artist. …
Born out of a silly idea of having very emotional moments with inanimate objects on stage, I wrote and performed my very first solo show, The Good, the Bad, and the Monkey in 2009. I was fortunate enough to have the very talented, Jen Ellison direct me in this endeavor. I previewed it on the…
This morning, I left the apartment without eating breakfast. I figured I would pick up a little something while I was running around. As soon as I felt the November air kiss my face, I started craving a vegan Morning Glory muffin from Madison Market. In the nine years of living in Seattle, I had…
I’m a journal-er. Yes, I’m a writer, so it would make sense that I journal. But I really journal. Lots. And most of that never sees the light of day. It’s the writing I know I’m not gonna share with anyone else, and therefore, I can be free to write anything. Anything. (Sidenote: When I…
When I ride the blue line, I feel like I’m in an Alternate-Reality-Chicago. It’s a path not taken. A “if I had moved to Ukranian Village, I’d be one of these people” feeling. If I’d done more than dipped my toes into the waters of visual art, if instead of diving into theatre, I’d gone…
“NEW SHOW” is not only the title of this post. It is the title of the word document folder on my computer that contains my next solo show. I know–incredibly creative, right? Of course, “NEW SHOW” is not going to be the actual title of the show. But I haven’t come up with anything yet,…
As an artist, I make art. Then, people look at my art….or in my case, watch my art or read my art. Then, sometimes they will say things about my art. Artists like it when people say things about their art. It means that the art moved them enough to make them want to say…
Dear Lovely Single Pals, I apologize if I’ve been annoying at all lately. I haven’t been myself. Well, I’ve been myself. But not the myself that I’m–or you–are used to. I’ve been the “dating someone….oh, now I’m in a relationship all of a sudden” version of myself. And I’m not used to this version. I’d…
there are some days looking out across the lake when I see mountains that aren’t there clouds and sunlight and shadows and memories collaborate making mountain mirages after the joy of Oh my gosh! Mountains! comes the disappointment of Oh. They’re not real. but they are still beautiful which is still joyful and what’s disappointing…
In the interest of speaking in highly general terms, there is one main difference between teaching improvisational theatre to kids and teaching improvisational theatre to adults. With kids, you are supervising play. With adults, you are facilitating play.