[SML] Dave Vick

[John Taylor]

Dave,

I had not said anything yet as we have not met face to face but sharing
time here with you has been my honor.

I can understand where you are at. I will be making a few steps back
from my semi-retirement to more retirement after Dec.
Sometimes life does get in the way of the 'MAGIC" we all love and we
need to take steps to fix those issues.

I am glad you are taking the steps needed to make your life yours again.
We all have to do what we have to do.
Stay safe sir, and once more you will be missed here at the bar and
always welcome here.

John 'JT' Taylor
A more retired "The Tech Guy"


On 11/14/2021 11:09 AM, Dave Vick via Stagecraft wrote:
> On Fri, Nov 12, 2021 at 8:18 AM Booth, Dennis G via Stagecraft
> <stagecraft at theatrical.net>  wrote:
>
>> This post came up in my FB memories this morning, OP from Kristi R-C, July 18, 2014:
>> Wanted to share this from Dave Vick on why he does theater...
>>   <Big Snip>
>> The Theatre is Magic. And if it ever stops being magic, then it'll be time for me to die, because there will be no more magic left in the world."
>> I remember being inspired by this at the time, and I still am.  Not time to die, though.  Time for new adventures.
> [*teleporting in*]
> Hiya. How y'all doin'? It's me...
>
> I've been off and on the list lately (more off than on if I'm honest),
> depending on how I feel from day to day, but I've seen the tavern's
> reaction to my earlier farewell post...  And, to be honest, I'm
> completely gobsmacked by it. I absolutely *NEVER* expected I'd've had
> that much of an effect on so many other people; I've basically gone
> through life thinking of myself as "that loudmouth from East Cupcake."
> I am extremely humbled - seriously weapons-grade Humbled - by all of
> your responses.
>
> I'm decloaking today because I feel I must address Dennis' quote from
> my heart-of-hearts... For the record, I still feel that way, and I
> always, always, always will. Always. Yup.
>
> I'm leaving, though, because here where I am, the socio-political
> bullshit surrounding the Magic grew completely untenable, for a number
> of reasons directly and indirectly attributable to the Pandemic (and
> recovery from same) and the general State of Affairs here. I shan't
> list the myriad reasons here; most of which are local Union & Employer
> matters, and as such, are NOYB.
>
> In full disclosure, I will also reveal to you that I've long wrestled
> with some personal issues of depression, going back to what may be
> charitably considered a "troubled childhood." Theatre was Magic
> because it was my escape. And now, after a lifetime in Neverland, my
> escape was turning into a soul-crusher.
>
> The nadir came two-ish weekend s ago, when after a few days of
> assorted work-related socio-political horseshit (I was at the time the
> President of my IATSE Local and, as such, prime target for the
> throwing of hot monkey poop by all and sundry), I couldn't muster the
> gumption to even get out of bed.
>
> On my bedroom wall is a gun rack that I carved about ten thousand
> years ago out of some exquisite spalted Ambrosia maple . It holds my
> prized 12ga. trapshooting & sporting-clays shotguns; beautiful guns
> from Spain and Belgium, hand-engraved, handcrafted works of art, worth
> absolutely stupid amounts of money. And all I could do that morning
> was lie there in bed and stare at those shotguns and think to myself,
> "I can make the pain go away. It'll be so easy."
>
> And that, my brothers and sisters, was the point when I had my Moment
> of Clarity: I Can't Do This Any More.
>
> Sadly, around here I can't do Magic without having to deal with
> Bullshit. So I have to stop doing Magic, or I will die by my own hand,
> because moving away from the Greater Metropolitan Cupcake Area is most
> assuredly Not An Option. So Dennis is right; it's not time for me to
> die...  Not yet, anyway. And most definitely not by high-velocity lead
> poisoning. The Theatre is *still* Magic, but as strongly as I still
> believe that, I have to be strong enough to walk away from what I love
> beyond all measure.  For a while, anyway...  Maybe a long while...
> Who knows?
>
> Anyway... Enough of my blathering. I wanted y'all to know I love y'all
> (in my way), and I'm utterly stunned by your kind words. (Obviously
> not stunned speechless, but... Well... It's me, right? The Loudmouth,
> right?)
>
> Y'all stay safe, now...
> [*teleporting out*]
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