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The Coveted Puffy Shirt

I got the puffy shirt! Only for half of the shows, but a puffy no less.

Two years ago in Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol, I was cast not only as a townsperson, but also as a dancer in the second act’s Fezzy Wig dance. The entire cast is on stage for this number but only about twelve are dancers.

It was perhaps the most stressful, nerve-racking thing I’ve ever participated in – including giving a speech to over 1,000 people, having surgery and riding The Beast, my first roller coaster. Although I can shag and step to the beat when Let’s Groove Tonight is played at a wedding, sticking to set choreography that someone else is dictating is much more difficult for me. I like to feel the music and do what comes naturally – can be a beautiful thing.

So, last Friday when I received an email from the play’s choreographer, not the same one from two years ago, informing me that one of the male dancers had “hurt” his foot and would not be able to perform Fezzy Wig the opening week of shows, a hinge of nausea overcame my being.

I wanted to know what was wrong with his foot.

“What do you mean ‘hurt’ his foot? Is it broken?” I asked. “Have you seen it?” “Could he possibly get better?” “Can I see a note from his doctor?” “Can I take him some soup?”

He’s like 15. He has to have a quicker healing cycle than someone my age.

I considered sawing a toe off. I mean ten is a lot, and that would have to top his injury.

I would be filling in with only one practice and a dress rehearsal between me and 2,000 audience members who had paid money to attend this show.

Thankfully, Stephanie was also in the dance. The floor in our den needs to be refinished because I made her go through each step with me countless times Friday night and Saturday.

Surprisingly, and thanks to a patient and diligent instructor, I caught on fairly easily. Mind you, I made a few logistical changes to the dance steps to better fit my abilities. At one point, because of my position on the stage, I was to do a 540 degree turn, and gaily clap across the stage to my next position. I cut my spin down 450 degrees to 90. I was afraid I’d get dizzy and land in the orchestra pit.

In addition to dancing, we are also supposed to sing. I can’t walk and chew gum. That ain’t happening. I tried, but I continue to catch myself mouthing 1, 2, 3, 4 rather than come and join our rondelay. I don’t even know what that means.

I’ll have to admit I’m sort of proud that I stepped in and thus far have not fallen on my behind. Oh, and the best part of the dance for me? All male dancers get to wear a puffy shirt – like Captain Hook! Argh.

Come see Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol at DPAC this weekend: https://tickets-center.com/search/durham-performing-arts-center/a-christmas-carol-tickets/?venueId=6022&performerId=6&venueName=Durham+Performing+Arts+Center&performerName=A+Christmas+Carol&vaid=123&pfaid=269&tagid=102&atid=1&nid=1&cid=86145766985&akwd=christmas%20carol%20%2Bdpac%20%2Btickets&mt=b&network=g&dist=s&adposition=1t1&device=c&ismobile=false&devicemodel=&placement=&target=&aceid=&random=9232261882099785294&vx=0&locp=9009736&loci=9060500&gclid=Cj0KEQiAqK-zBRC2zaXc8MOiwfIBEiQAXPHrXuGYDX_ueDQKslaw6_I0OLXEMrRa6OcXxXnS4uiEBf0aAq8N8P8HAQ

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by Danny Tanner on December 16, 2015 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, dancing, Danny, Humor

Posted by Danny Tanner on December 16, 2015

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Hairy Face

Once again the Tanner clan, well three of us, are fortunate enough to participate in Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol which will be performed at the Duke Energy Center in Raleigh, starting tonight, and at the Durham Performing Arts Center next week.

It is both wonderful and insane. The insanity is primarily related to trying to fit three to six nights of play rehearsals/performances into an already blistering work, church and school schedule. The wonderful part is the diverse and zany cast.

Although simply a chorus member, I have an assigned identity – this year, I am the cheese-maker.

David Wood encourages us to take on a persona, to really live into our character imagining what an early 19^th century cheese-maker might actually be like. I think my cheese-maker has a good sense of humor. He smells bad, showers were hard to come by back then. I envision him with Popeye like forearms (due to all that churning) and chronic back pain from lifting those humongous blocks of cheese. Oh, and he’s making lots of money this time of year cause you gotta have cheese at a nice Victorian holiday drop in! So he is happy at Christmastime. I’m guessing he also has facial hair. I mean who has time to shave when you’re up to your ears in Gouda.

This year, back in early October, the play costumer suggested that some of the performers consider growing beards. I was committed to my character but spend six weeks pondering the fate of my chin.

I talked with the girls, Michelle and Stephanie were encouraging. I asked several co-workers who also gave the green light, although now I’m thinking simply to have another reason to razz me. At any rate, I took the bait. I have not shaved since the Friday before Thanksgiving.

It’s interesting the comments you get when you change something significant about your appearance. I wonder if women who color their hair get the same feedback.

Oh, there are many who act as if they don’t notice. Perhaps if you can’t say something nice, it is better not to say anything at all. Others have grossly differing views:

“Cut that crap off your face as soon as you possibly can!”

That one hurt…

“I think it’s a fine look, if you’re TRYING to look older.”

Oh my…

“I think it makes you look sexy.”

The guy who said that is weird anyway.

Or, “You’re just trying to look sexy,” a co-worker bantered in the break room.

I can assure you, looking sexy was not a major motivator for not shaving. I’m a realist. I know there are a lot of words that could be used to describe me. Sexy, not top of mind.

In fact, last year a friend of mine, Sarah, shared that she was on a walk with another woman and my name came up. I think they were pondering who they might set me up with. The other woman said, “Tell me about Danny. Is he cute?”

I asked Sarah how she responded.

She said, “Well, my first response was, ‘he has a great personality!’”

“Geeze Sarah. Great personality? I mean seriously.”

How many times have I used that line when describing very kind people whose personal strengths are not visible to the naked eye?

THE KISS OF DEATH.

Anyway, I’m not shaving for three reasons:

1) I have an excuse: the play.

2) I have always wanted to see what a beard looks like on this face.

3) I ABHOR shaving.

It’ll be off by January. The damn things itching me to death.

Come see our the performance: http://www.ticketmaster.com/Theatre-In-the-Park-a-Christmas-tickets/artist/1003849

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by Danny Tanner on December 9, 2015 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, aging, Beard, Danny, Humor, Sexy

Tagged children, christmas, Dad, Dads, Daughters, Family, Father, Fathers, Grief, hope, Humor, Inspiration, inspirational, Kids, Loss, parenting, Raising Children, Raising daughters, Raising kids, Single Dad, Single Father, Single Parent, Single Parenting, Teens, widow, Widower

Posted by Danny Tanner on December 9, 2015

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Sunday Post 200: Sing and Dance!

Sometimes we just don’t let loose. You ain’t lived til you sing and dance.

This is some of the choreography from the play the girls and I were in this Christmas, Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol. You don’t get the full effect without the costumes, but this is essentially our biggest number.

Next time you get the chance, let it out. It’s therapeutic!

(In the new year, I’ll be posting every Wednesday as usual. I’m cutting back on the Sunday posts though. I’m too busy right now to keep up with writing two blogs every single week. I’ll toss one in when I have something interesting to say. Hope you’ll keep up with me mid week! Thanks for reading.)

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by Danny Tanner on December 28, 2014 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, dancing, Sunday Post

Posted by Danny Tanner on December 28, 2014

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DJ’s College Essay

I’m proud of DJ, my senior in high school. Even though she sort of cracks on her father in this college essay, I thought she did a pretty good job! Hope she gets in!

When I was younger, my mom and I performed in Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol. This play has been running each December for 40 years in the Raleigh area, and more than 25,000 people see the annual performance. It is a spoof on Charles Dickens’ book with musical numbers intertwined. We were two of approximately 70 cast members singing and dancing across the stage.

What I enjoyed most about the play was that I got to spend time with my mom. It was special, just for the two of us. When she passed away from cancer in 2010, I decided my sisters needed to pick up where mom and I left off, experiencing the magic of performing. We dragged my dad along with us.

We tried out the year after mom died and surprisingly, we were all cast in the show. Our first rehearsals were easy, we practiced songs that we already knew because they were regularly played around Christmastime at our house. The next week got a little trickier. We were required to put dance steps with our singing. My sisters and I picked up the choreography in a heartbeat, but my dad struggled; he has two left feet. We spent the next few months teaching him how to do a jazz square while simultaneously lifting his arms in different directions. It was a challenge, but by the end we had him flawlessly placing his hands and feet in the right position on the right words.

In addition to vocal tryouts, each year I also attended the dance auditions for more advanced dance numbers. I have taken dance lessons since I was three, and it has been a way for me to escape. The problem was that I had never tap danced before, and one of the main dance scenes required that skill. I didn’t even own tap shoes. I returned to the dance auditions three years in a row, but never got cast as a dancer. I was only put in the chorus along with the rest of my family.

This year, I decided to give it one more go. I’ve spent thousands of hours in dance studios throughout the years, and I wanted to prove that I could perform at a higher level. I’d been working hard on my tapping skills at home teaching myself steps as I walked through my kitchen each day. Determined, but not expecting much, I arrived at the audition. The choreographer quickly yelled out tap lingo that was unfamiliar to me. I tried to act like I knew what I was supposed to do, but I really had no clue. I put on a huge smile and moved my feet in the general direction I thought they should go. When the cast list came out, I was thrilled. I was finally going to be a dancer in five main numbers, and one was tap! My persistence and hard work had paid off.

This December, I will be performing at the Duke Energy Center and the Durham Performing Arts Center for thousands of people, tap shoes and all. My passion for dance and the energy I have put toward it over the past decade and a half have paid off in ways too numerous to count. Not only do I find great joy in performing personally, but it also means a lot to be on stage with my family next to me.

40th Anniversary of Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol

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by Danny Tanner on November 26, 2014 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, college, dancing, Danny, DJ

Posted by Danny Tanner on November 26, 2014

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It’s Christmas Carol Time… Again

I think I’m singing on key…

This is our fourth year performing in Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol and after being cast as a dancer last year, I had a pretty strong inkling that my talents were fully exposed. I assumed I would, from this day forward, dance on stage. In fact, I was fairly certain that talent scouts from other shows would be after me and frankly, I have no more time to perform. I was saving it all for the fortieth anniversary show of Charles Dickens’ play right here in Raleigh, NC. I wanted to please my hometown constituents.

Much to my surprise, not only did other talent scouts not call, but I was not asked to shake my legs this year in our annual Christmas performance. Oh, I’m in the big numbers with all of the other townspeople, but the second act party scene with leaps, jumps and herkies, will not highlight my abilities as was the case last year.

I was deflated. I sulked for days after receiving the news.

I complained to the girls, “How could this be? How could they not see my talent with movement? I mean look at these jazz hands!!”

DJ reminded me, “YOU CANNOT DANCE! You don’t even march correctly! Didn’t you learn that in preschool?”

“Have you seen me shag?” I protested.

“Did they shag in the 18^th century? Do you remember how long it took to teach you Shuffle/Ball/Change?”

“That’s a VERY complicated step!”

I guess they decided they wanted to focus on my vocals, or perhaps my acting abilities.

We are reminded to act like it’s cold in the play, it is set in December. And I shiver like a pro!

I mean, I can sort of understand that perhaps they wanted to give others a chance to shine. And, well, maybe I am better with all of my focus on shivering. That’s really important. Sets the entire tone for the show.

I won’t be in the second act dance number this year, but DJ will.

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In fact, after three years of trying out to be a dancer, she has been cast in five big show stoppers. In one she’s wearing an outfit that is actually a bit revealing. Thankfully she has a feather fan that covers most of her business.

I estimate that I’ve spent $26,000 on ballet and jazz lessons over the past 18 years for that child. Incidentally, that is the average cost of a wedding in America. I should have just taught her myself.

But I guess the investment has actually paid off. She’s knocking it out on the dance floor this year.

I would strongly suggest that you come to see her. This is the 40^th year of the production, big things are in store. And you might even catch me bustin’ some moves in a few of the big numbers. I’ve been practicing!

40^th Anniversary of Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol

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by Danny Tanner on November 19, 2014 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, dancing, Danny, Humor

Posted by Danny Tanner on November 19, 2014

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Headed to Wadi Halfa

I used to think it was nuts that old people moved to Florida for the winter. Move for the tax relief – I might consider it. But leave my friends, my life, just because of the weather? Insane.

But I swear, the older I get the colder I get.

My mom wears a wool sweater, mid day, on the beach in July. We have never been anywhere that she didn’t remind every family member to bring a sweater.

“Mom, we are going to a hot yoga class! We don’t need outerwear!”

“You’d better grab a sweater. They have air conditioning in the lobby.”

The only time I’ve ever seen her hot was in her forties when she was going through “the change.” We’d come home and she’d be dusting the house in her bra. My dad said she’d go to sleep in flannels bundled up in a quilt and in the morning she’d be on top of the covers in her skivvies.

I got her cold down pat but none of the warmth.

At work I recently changed offices with the guy next door because he had the thermostat. It would register warm and cut off. I had icicles made of snot dangling from my nose. He was sweating bullets. But he’s young – just 40.

I used to sleep in boxers only – no shirt, no sheet – winter, spring, summer or fall. Last night I wore flannel pants and surrounded myself with six pillows to help hold the heat in. I considered a toboggan but was too cold to get out of bed to fetch one.

If I didn’t have seat warmers in my car, I’d take a taxi to work. I assume it would already be heated up by the time he got to my house.

My feet could cool the heat rods at the Shearon Harris nuclear plant.

Sometimes I get in the car on a hot summer day and don’t turn the air conditioning on until I simply can’t breathe anymore. It’s the only time my bones really feel toasty.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. If it is old age, I’m unimpressed. As I approach 50 my body is changing, rapidly. I may just skip Florida and head straight to Wadi Halfa, Sudan. It’s the hottest place on earth – I looked it up.

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by Danny Tanner on March 12, 2014 • Permalink

Posted in Acting, cold, Humor, Sudan

Tagged Aging, Grief, Humor, Men, mid age, old age, Widower

Posted by Danny Tanner on March 12, 2014

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Tighty Tight Tights

Tonight was opening night for Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol. The girls and I do enjoy participating in this special Raleigh tradition.

Although I wouldn’t trade anything for the experience, I don’t think I’m going to pursue acting as a full-time career. There are just a couple of things that make me thankful I work at the Y and not on Broadway.

Now I’m all about a costume, and in this play, I’m hooked up. My on stage 19^th century family is The Knife Grinders. Yes, I get to carry a huge stick with convincingly real looking knives dangling from the top. And, I get to wear a cape – which makes me feel like Dracula, which for some odd reason I really enjoy.

But in the second act, I transform into a dancer at a very festive party. Although I’m smiling on the outside, my insides are quite out of sorts.

Like Beryshnicov, my role requires me to don tights. They are hell to get on. And once over my knees, they knot my boxers up like the balled up paper wads we used to toss at each other in Mr. Green’s seventh grade general science class.

My undergarments are twisted and turned in every direction all smashed together by the elasticity of the hose.

On top of those two items come the elastic waist knickers complete with suspenders to ensure that the pants stay on the body as I gracefully leap through the air.

As I froze on stage, the entre into the festivities of Act II, I realized that the elastic of my boxers were in my southern hemisphere, the elastic from the tights were on the equator and the knickers had ridden up to the north pole! I felt like Saturn, all sorts of rings around my body. It threw my concentration off terribly. My personality demands organization in my pants. I cannot dance with my innerwear all discombobulated.

And once it was over, I had to go to the bathroom. Jiminy Christmas, it took me 8 minutes to find my parts. Have you ever really needed to go and been constrained like that? It’s claustrophobic. I nearly had a panic attack right there in front of the urinal. I got both hands stuck in my pants and couldn’t move. Felt like a straight jacket.

The strength of my hosiery was also alarming. When I pulled them down, they clenched my knees together like I had leg lock jaw. I had to roll them down as if I was making a snake out of Play Dough to get them off.

On the bright side, spreading my thighs ten times gave me the workout of a lifetime. What a great way to tone up below the waist.

I actually find it hard to believe that men in that era actually wore this stuff. I mean, I thought they were tough.

Nah, they were just like us – I imagine they did whatever their wives told them to do.

“Archibald, I’d liketh for you to wear tights with your knickers tonight. The neighbors are coming over for goose.”

“Do I haveta Clementine?”

“Archibald Nimrod Finnamore. Putteth on ye tights!”

“Geeze.”

“Oh, and would you slaughter a pig as well?”

I can’t dance for two minutes in the things. Imagine what they had to do in them!

Thank goodness men came to their senses.

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by Danny Tanner on December 18, 2013 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, Clothes, Costume, Humor

Tagged christmas, Father, Grief, Humor, Raising Children, Raising kids

Posted by Danny Tanner on December 18, 2013

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A son at last

Many years ago I was on a staff retreat in the mountains. The topic of the retreat had to do with developing your personal mission statement. For one of the activities, we were required to find a place and sit, in total silence, alone for an hour. All we could do was think.

For an extrovert and someone who is a bit hyperactive, that was quite a challenge.

I went out on the front porch of this old inn where we were staying and plopped myself in a most comfortable rocking chair. I do like to rock – sort of puts me in a trance. As I looked out toward the enormous purple mountain in front of me, thoughts seemed to easily swim in and out of my head.

At one point, I had a fairly vivid vision – it was that I would have a son.

My vision must have been a bit too many brussel sprouts ’cause it did not come true……until last week.

When we returned to the car after our first fitting for costumes in A Christmas Carol, Stephanie was snickering and Michelle was pouting.

“I didn’t get a long cape this year nor did I get a top hat. Quite disappointing. I’m the bobby.”

“Yeah dad, but you get to carry the night stick! That’s pretty cool.”

“You’re right about that, plus I have a badge on my helmet! Did you guys like your costumes?”

Stephanie quickly chirped in, “I looove mine! Michelle, tell dad about your costume…”

“You just love it don’t you?” Michelle replied. “I’m a boy. A stinkin’ boy. All they do is burp and fart.” Her voice was getting louder, like Ralph Kramden in the Honeymooners, “What do I know about being a boy?”

Me with my daughters and son.

“Just embrace it Michelle. The mark of a true actor is being able to play any part, especially one of the opposite sex.”

My argument wasn’t helping.

Two days later I made a huge mistake.

Michelle came down to breakfast about to jump out of her skin.

“Why are you so excited?”

“Today is the day we find out who gets to play Mary in the Christmas pageant at school! I mean, I don’t really care if I get it or not, I just want to know.”

“Ahh, I’m a little worried honey.”

“About what dad?”

“Well, I’m afraid Mr. Farmer may have found out about the part you’re playing in A Christmas Carol. I think he might cast you as Joseph.”

As Stephanie nearly choked on her cereal in laughter, Michelle reared her fist back and smacked me in the stomach.

“How’s that for a boy?”

The punch was delivered in jest – well, sort of – it had some gass. But I guess I deserved it.

Michelle has actually accepted her new role. One of her good friends is also a boy so they’ve created a secret boy handshake, and they hit each other in the shoulder and stuff.

I will say when the photographer took her picture for the play poster, he found me after the shooting. “You may want to toughen that boy up a bit! He sits just like a girl!”

I think I have my work cut out for me.

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by Danny Tanner on December 5, 2012 • Permalink

Posted in A Christmas Carol, Acting, Boys, Christmas, Humor, Michelle

Tagged A Christmas Carol, christmas, Grief, Humor, Raising kids, Raising kids alone, Single Parenting, Widower

Posted by Danny Tanner on December 5, 2012

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