mariachi macbeth

Oh dear reader, the perils of bringing so great a play like Macbeth to so dusty a town like Pueblo must come with reservation... assuredly, had our acclaimed poet-playwrite been in the audience he would have either been embued with gleeful hilarity or crumbled like stale bread at the spectacle. While here, on our humble stage a nationally acclaimed, traveling Shakespearian troupe dares to perform their interpretation of this perennial masterpiece. Whilst, unbeknownst to them, in the same structure at tandem moments, there is unfolding a Mexican wedding reception of such enormous proportions that the mere building cannot successfully contain their exuberance. Clamoring, drumming, singing at top amplification the merry band only mirrors the pitched ferverance of the happy couple who demand "mas mas mas" until a frenzy reverberates from the rafters and crescendos in muffeled swells onto the thespian stage.

Here, our actors go through their motions. Picture this, kind reader, unfolding before our eyes is a surreal rendition never envisioned, I do most swear, by even the most contemporary and extemporaneous of directors... Mariachi Macbeth! You must cast thou imagination upon this scene like a fisherman trowling for his dinner: Macbeth ... conniving with his Lady to murder Duncan while strains of LaBamba echo through our ears like canyon walls; Lady Macbeth chides her spineless husband as he questions the rationale of killing their king and she tells him to 'Walk like a Man'; having done the dirty deed, Macbeth, his heart nauseaus with guilt, bemoaning his actions to his cold lady is magnified while Tammy Wynett's 'Stand By Your Man' plays backup to his grief. But the true icing that tops the cake of delicious mockery appears when our fallen lord presents that infamous siloquey, where the beautiful irony of our lives spills upon the stage like a gutted sow and we hear Macbeth lament, 'Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps into this petty pace to the last syllable of recorded time' ... this passage reaches new heights of profoundity when accompanied by the BeeGees begging 'Somebody Help Me, I'm going nowhere'.....

Such merging of disconsonance did only serve to heightened the amusement of my heart. Try tho I did to master the muster and feel the tragedy of the greedy, dreadful Macbeth, the musical accompaniements only catapulted me into new areas of mirth and vision. Finally, our fair city can be known as that place on the map that accomplished that which no other production hall hath attempted...with accident we married the tragic to the ridiculous and presented it upon the stage to an unsuspecting audience and an unaware cast. True, true spontaneous theatre and it happened here.... my chest doth swell with pride.