Pre-Show Video: Andrew Lamb
Andrew Lamb is the Artistic Director for Roseneath Theatre. In this video, Andrew talks about the 2015 production of Spirit Horse. He describes what to expect when experiencing live theatre and how to prepare a Junior/Intermediate class to become an engaged audience.
Roseneath Theatre’s production of Spirit Horse is a play about two Aboriginal children who are caught between two worlds—the traditional ways and the modern ways of the city. The two girls are given new hope by a Spirit Horse that rides into their lives. This award-winning play is a Native American adaptation by Drew Hayden Taylor (from the Irish play Tir Na N’Og by Greg Banks).
Interview – Director Greg Banks
Spirit Horse is an adaptation of the internationally acclaimed play Tir Na N’Og by Greg Banks. This rich, funny and endearing story has been adapted into a Native Canadian context by celebrated Ojibwa playwright Drew Hayden Taylor.
In this video, Greg Banks talks about the Tir Na N’Og – one of Britain’s most successful children’s plays and his career as an Olivier Award-winning playwright who believes in the importance of live theatre for young audiences.
Video Excerpt – 2010 Production
Here is an excerpt from the 2010 northern Ontario tour of the play featuring Cara Gee as Angelina, Michaela Washburn as Jesse, Meegwun Fairbrother as Pa and Alex Lamoureux, the on-stage musician.
A-bow-a-shtit, mee-taw-shun (“Hello, Grandchild” in Stony)
[fiddle plays softly]
Where did you find that horse?
What you should be asking is “Where did she find me?”
Angelina looked at the white horse and found that it was looking at her!
Be careful, Angelina! She’s not an ordinary horse!
But it was too late—there was Angelina, up on the white horse, looking as though she was the best rider in the world.
She likes you, Angie!
She likes me because I like her.
Grandpa felt a cold shiver down his back. [lively fiddling begins]
Come back, Angelina!
But Angie was gone, going faster and faster.
I want a turn!
Where’s your Dad? The horse has come for your Dad.
Dad’s in bed. Dad’s always in bed. Angie, it’s my turn!
The horse started running towards a huge iron fence.
Go, Angie, go!
I yelled for her to stop
But she couldn’t hear him
Go on! Go on!
The horse reached the fence without breaking stride
Yeah! She’s mine, Grandpa. She’s mine.
Elevator’s here – beep!
Come on, Wildwind!
[neighing and stamping] [rousing fiddle tune]
[neighing and stamping]
This is our home, Wildwind. Do you like it?
Don’t sit on the couch!
Do you want to watch TV?
That’s where we sleep. Jesse’s on the top bunk. She’s not looking. Why isn’t she looking?
She hasn’t got room to turn around.
Do you think Dad’ll let us keep her?
Breathe! Breathe! Oh Angie wake up. Come on. I’ll try to be a better father. Just breathe!
I saw her. I saw Mom.
Easy now. Easy.
I was scared but it was peaceful under the water.
She was reaching out to me. She held my hand. She was there.
Was she smiling?
She was. The cold went away. The police have gone. Left us in peace for once.
They looked out over the lake to where the horse had disappeared.
She was a Spirit Horse, wasn’t she?
Yes, she was.
And she brought me to Mom, didn’t she?
Yes, she did.
What did Mom look like?
Close your eyes. [fiddle plays softly]
Can you see a beautiful woman?
That’s what she looked like. [silence]