Abundance

Dane Allred in "Noises Off" at the Scera Indoor Theatre

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Tue, 22 Sep 2026 17:46:44 -0700

I'm in "Noises Off" at the Scera Indoor Theatre Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturdays until October 10th at 7:30 pm.

The show is just over two hours of continuous laughter!

I'm playing the alcoholic old actor who is the burglar in a "house full of flapping doors".

Carol Burnett and John Ritter were in the film version, but our cast outstanding, too!

It's hard to keep up with these youngsters (and yes, I actually heard the words "When I am your age" from one of them.

I'm officially old!

Hope to see you at the show, and stick around after so we can catch up!

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Holmes

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Fri, 6 Sep 2024 14:06:00 -0700

Heredity is a bus, in which all our ancestors ride, and every now and then one of them puts his head out and embarrasses us.

Oliver Wendall Holmes, Jr.

1841 - 1935

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Dane Allred stand-up -- South America at the Social

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Mon, 4 Sep 2023 19:03:00 -0700

Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Tue, 25 Jan 2022 21:10:00 -0800

Sonnet I

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Dents in the Van from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Dane Allred

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Brain Torture 2

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Brain Torture 1

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Monday night -- FREE "A Christmas Carol" one-man show at the Provo Library Ballroom -- 7pm

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Fri, 8 Dec 2017 14:02:00 -0800

A Christmas Carol clip -- one of my favorite parts

click link to see it!

One guy, all the characters, and you can sing along!!

Hope you can join us on Monday, December 11th at the Provo Library in the Ballroom at 7 PM.

I'll be performing from the same script Charles Dickens used when he did his one-man "A Christmas Carol, and the audience can sing along between the parts. He call them staves (it is called a carol), and when he took a copy of "A Christmas Carol" edited it to be about an hour long. He added some fun notes to himself on the pages. I've included a screen shot of one of my favorites from the original prompt book at the New York Public Library.

I've also included a short clip of one of my favorite parts!! I've also attached the nice poster the Provo Library created for the evening. Performing this one-man show with more than 20 voices always gets me into the Christmas spirit.

The best news -- Scrooge would hate this -- it's FREE!!

Join Sue Smith on the piano and Debbie Allred leading the audience in singing a few Christmas carols. If I don't get to see you Monday, please have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year...

and as Tiny Tim says, "God Bless Us Everyone!"

Dane Allred

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Thu, 23 Nov 2017 13:02:00 -0800

If you are feeling a little over-stuffed, this short story by O. Henry may make you appreciate your Thanksgiving feast. There's the usual O. Henry twist at the end. I've included a link to an audio I recorded if you would rather listen to the story.

Dane

Click for an audio version https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-itewf-15ba2d

Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen

by O. Henry/ William Sydney Porter

There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Bless the day. President Roosevelt gives it to us. We hear some talk of the Puritans, but don't just remember who they were. Bet we can lick 'em, anyhow, if they try to land again. Plymouth Rocks? Well, that sounds more familiar. Lots of us have had to come down to hens since the Turkey Trust got its work in. But somebody in Washington is leaking out advance information to 'em about these Thanksgiving proclamations. The big city east of the cranberry bogs has made Thanksgiving Day an institution. The last Thursday in November is the only day in the year on which it recognizes the part of America lying across the ferries. It is the one day that is purely American.

Yes, a day of celebration, exclusively American.

And now for the story which is to prove to you that we have traditions on this side of the ocean that are becoming older at a much rapider rate than those of England are--thanks to our git-up and enterprise.

Stuffy Pete took his seat on the third bench to the right as you enter Union Square from the east, at the walk opposite the fountain. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1 o'clock. For every time he had done so things had happened to him--Charles Dickensy things that swelled his waistcoat above his heart, and equally on the other side.

But to-day Stuffy Pete's appearance at the annual trysting place seemed to have been rather the result of habit than of the yearly hunger which, as the philanthropists seem to think, afflicts the poor at such extended intervals.

Certainly Pete was not hungry. He had just come from a feast that had left him of his powers barely those of respiration and locomotion. His eyes were like two pale gooseberries firmly imbedded in a swollen and gravy-smeared mask of putty. His breath came in short wheezes; a senatorial roll of adipose tissue denied a fashionable set to his upturned coat collar. Buttons that had been sewed upon his clothes by kind Salvation fingers a week before flew like popcorn; strewing the earth around him. Ragged he was, with a split shirt front open to the wishbone; but the November breeze, carrying fine snowflakes, brought him only a grateful coolness. For Stuffy Pete was overcharged with the caloric produced by a super-bountiful dinner, beginning with oysters and ending with plum pudding, and including (it seemed to him) all the roast turkey and baked potatoes and chicken salad and squash pie and ice cream in the world. Wherefore he sat, gorged, and gazed upon the world with after-dinner contempt.

The meal had been an unexpected one. He was passing a red brick mansion near the beginning of Fifth Avenue, in which lived two old ladies of ancient family and a reverence for traditions. They even denied the existence of New York, and believed that Thanksgiving Day was declared solely for Washington Square. One of their traditional habits was to station a servant at the postern gate with orders to admit the first hungry wayfarer that came along after the hour of noon had struck, and banquet him to a finish. Stuffy Pete happened to pass by on his way to the park, and the seneschals gathered him in and upheld the custom of the castle.

After Stuffy Pete had gazed straight before him for ten minutes he was conscious of a desire for a more varied field of vision. With a tremendous effort he moved his head slowly to the left. And then his eyes bulged out fearfully, and his breath ceased, and the rough-shod ends of his short legs wriggled and rustled on the gravel.

For the Old Gentleman was coming across Fourth Avenue toward his bench.

Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years the Old Gentleman had come there and found Stuffy Pete on his bench. That was a thing that the Old Gentleman was trying to make a tradition of. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had found Stuffy there, and had led him to a restaurant and watched him eat a big dinner. They do those things in England unconsciously. But this is a young country, and nine years is not so bad. The Old Gentleman was a staunch American patriot, and considered himself a pioneer in American tradition. In order to become picturesque we must keep on doing one thing for a long time without ever letting it get away from us. Something like collecting the weekly dimes in industrial insurance. Or cleaning the streets.

The Old Gentleman moved, straight and stately, toward the Institution that he was rearing. Truly, the annual feeling of Stuffy Pete was nothing national in its character, such as the Magna Charta or jam for breakfast was in England. But it was a step. It was almost feudal. It showed, at least, that a Custom was not impossible to New Y--ahem!--America.

The Old Gentleman was thin and tall and sixty. He was dressed all in black, and wore the old-fashioned kind of glasses that won't stay on your nose. His hair was whiter and thinner than it had been last year, and he seemed to make more use of his big, knobby cane with the crooked handle.

As his established benefactor came up Stuffy wheezed and shuddered like some woman's over-fat pug when a street dog bristles up at him. He would have flown, but all the skill of Santos-Dumont could not have separated him from his bench. Well had the myrmidons of the two old ladies done their work.

"Good morning," said the Old Gentleman. "I am glad to perceive that the vicissitudes of another year have spared you to move in health about the beautiful world. For that blessing alone this day of thanksgiving is well proclaimed to each of us. If you will come with me, my man, I will provide you with a dinner that should make your physical being accord with the mental."

That is what the old Gentleman said every time. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years. The words themselves almost formed an Institution. Nothing could be compared with them except the Declaration of Independence. Always before they had been music in Stuffy's ears. But now he looked up at the Old Gentleman's face with tearful agony in his own. The fine snow almost sizzled when it fell upon his perspiring brow. But the Old Gentleman shivered a little and turned his back to the wind.

Stuffy had always wondered why the Old Gentleman spoke his speech rather sadly. He did not know that it was because he was wishing every time that he had a son to succeed him. A son who would come there after he was gone--a son who would stand proud and strong before some subsequent Stuffy, and say: "In memory of my father." Then it would be an Institution.

But the Old Gentleman had no relatives. He lived in rented rooms in one of the decayed old family brownstone mansions in one of the quiet streets east of the park. In the winter he raised fuchsias in a little conservatory the size of a steamer trunk. In the spring he walked in the Easter parade. In the summer he lived at a farmhouse in the New Jersey hills, and sat in a wicker armchair, speaking of a butterfly, the ornithoptera amphrisius, that he hoped to find some day. In the autumn he fed Stuffy a dinner. These were the Old Gentleman's occupations.

Stuffy Pete looked up at him for a half minute, stewing and helpless in his own self-pity. The Old Gentleman's eyes were bright with the giving-pleasure. His face was getting more lined each year, but his little black necktie was in as jaunty a bow as ever, and the linen was beautiful and white, and his gray mustache was curled carefully at the ends. And then Stuffy made a noise that sounded like peas bubbling in a pot. Speech was intended; and as the Old Gentleman had heard the sounds nine times before, he rightly construed them into Stuffy's old formula of acceptance.

"Thankee, sir. I'll go with ye, and much obliged. I'm very hungry, sir."

The coma of repletion had not; prevented from entering Stuffy's mind the conviction that he was the basis of an Institution. His Thanksgiving appetite was not his own; it belonged by all the sacred rights of established custom, if not, by the actual Statute of Limitations, to this kind old gentleman who bad preempted it. True, America is free; but in order to establish tradition someone must be a repetend -- a repeating decimal. The heroes are not all heroes of steel and gold. See one here that wielded only weapons of iron, badly silvered, and tin.

The Old Gentleman led his annual protégé southward to the restaurant, and to the table where the feast had always occurred. They were recognized.

"Here comes de old guy," said a waiter, "Dat blows dat same bum to a meal every Thanksgiving."

The Old Gentleman sat across the table glowing like a smoked pearl at his corner-stone of future ancient Tradition. The waiters heaped the table with holiday food--and Stuffy, with a sigh that was mistaken for hunger's expression, raised knife and fork and carved for himself a crown of imperishable bay.

No more valiant hero ever fought his way through the ranks of an enemy. Turkey, chops, soups, vegetables, pies, disappeared before him as fast as they could be served. Gorged nearly to the uttermost when he entered the restaurant, the smell of food had almost caused him to lose his honor as a gentleman, but he rallied like a true knight. He saw the look of beneficent happiness on the Old Gentleman's face--a happier look than even the fuchsias and the ornithoptera amphrisins had ever brought to it--and he had not the heart to see it wane.

In an hour Stuffy leaned back with a battle won. "Thankee kindly, sir," he puffed like a leaky steam pipe; "thankee kindly for a hearty meal." Then he arose heavily with glazed eyes and started toward the kitchen. A waiter turned him about like a top, and pointed him toward the door. The Old Gentleman carefully counted out $1.30 in silver change, leaving three nickels for the waiter.

They parted as they did each year at the door, the Old Gentleman going south, Stuffy north.

Around the first corner Stuffy turned, and stood for one minute. Then he seemed to puff out his rags as an owl puffs out his feathers, and fell to the sidewalk like a sun-stricken horse.

When the ambulance came the young surgeon and the driver cursed softly at his weight. There was no smell of whiskey to justify a transfer to the patrol wagon, so Stuffy and his two dinners went to the hospital. There they stretched him on a bed and began to test him for strange diseases, with the hope of getting a chance at some problem with the bare steel.

And lo! an hour later another ambulance brought the Old Gentleman. And they laid him on another bed and spoke of appendicitis, for he looked good for the bill.

But pretty soon one of the young doctors met one of the young nurses whose eyes he liked, and stopped to chat with her about the cases.

"That nice old gentleman over there, now," he said, "you wouldn't think that was a case of almost starvation. Proud old family, I guess. He told me he hadn't eaten a thing for three days."

Here's a link to the text with the audio link at the bottom.

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Fri, 17 Nov 2017 17:08:00 -0800

The Wonder of "Wonder" -- a movie review

The Wonder of "Wonder"

In the musical "Fiddler on the Roof" a humble tailor sings of the "Wonder of Wonders" when his love changes him from a boy to a man. In the movie "Wonder", Jacob Tremblay plays Auggie Pullman, a boy with a disfigured face who begins the journey to manhood as he starts fifth grade. Don't miss this delightful movie, which is based on an equally "Wonderful" book.

If "Wonder" doesn't pull at your heartstrings you may need a heartstring transplant. This amazing movie has all the right ingredients. A home-schooled boy who fears ridicule as he begins fifth grade. A neglected sister who realizes her brothers genetic defect and twenty-seven surgeries mandate she take a back-seat. A cute old dog. Owen Wilson and Julia Roberts as concerned parents. A bevy of perfectly normal school children, which means the usual compliment of mean kids. This show even includes one of my favorite scenes from the Thornton Wilder play "Our Town", which has the lead character Emily protesting how much of life most of us miss as we go about our normal lives.

The best films remind us of the challenges we all face, and "Wonder" will challenge you to be a better person. In a world of hurtful language and bullying, this film paints the pathway we all need to follow to make ourselves and the world better. It may also remind you how difficult it was to be a fifth grade student, let alone one with a severe facial deformities. One of my favorite lines from the show is a friend challenging Auggie to consider plastic surgery. Auggie responds, "This is plastic surgery." Slicking back his hair he also comments, "It takes a lot of work to look this good."

The most surprising aspect of this film was the make-up. It took two hours each day to apply dentures, contact lenses, and even some appliances to control his eyelids. I watched the movie convinced Jacob Tremblay had Treacher Collins Syndrome, a condition also called mandibulofacial dysostosis. I was rooting for this amazing kid, and was surprised to be reminded he was in the movie "Room" just a couple of years ago. This actor has an amazing future, reminding me of Haley Joel Osment in "Forrest Gump" or "Sixth Sense". Tremblay studied other children with similar challenges and kept a notebook on the set to remind him of what he learned. This young actor was so consistent in his performance of "Auggie" that Julia Roberts admitted to him she missed Jacob. He gave her a pre-make-up photo to remind her what he really looked like, since she would have arrived well after he was made up for every scene in the movie.

The movie examines the lives of several of the characters in the show, so as an audience we are treated to see how "Auggie" has affected the lives of others. Rather than show only his point-of-view, we get to enjoy how others are changed. One part examines how his sister has compensated for the attention her brother receives. We find out one of Auggie's friends in school was assigned to be his friend, but later admits Auggie is the kind of friend everyone would like to have. "Wonder" is a good reminder of how our actions and bravery change the world for ourselves, but also for others. If this movie doesn't make you want to be a better person, see my comment about heart-strings above. One bonus scene helps us understand why some children may be mean, and we realize it may be something parents teach their kids.

Mandy Patinkin as the principal of a preparatory school also does an amazing job negotiating the treacherous territory of middle school. Owen Wilson is the fun dad, and Julia Roberts plays the determined mother. I didn't buy them as a couple, but having these two actors in the show will draw their fans. But the movie isn't about the difficulties of the parents, principal and siblings. This movie is about how all of us deal with bullying, differences and diversity.

Want to be a better person? Go see "Wonder".

Here's a link to the official trailer--

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwD8X0OEGWo

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Sat, 14 Oct 2017 19:09:00 -0700

Celebrating 40 years with an amazing woman!!

Happy Anniversary to Dane and Debbie Allred!!

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Tue, 11 Jul 2017 15:30:00 -0700

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Dane's Brain Torture #1

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Mon, 10 Jul 2017 15:50:00 -0700

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Thu, 6 Jul 2017 20:28:00 -0700

Sitting in Joseph rehearsal (my third time in this show!!) and thinking I need to thank Andrew Lloyd Webber for the magnificent spectacle. This production will play July 20th through August 12th at Robert Redford's Sundance Outdoor Theatre and those who want to get a discount can use either TECHNICOLOR or DREAMCOAT for a discount.

The reason for the praise is I have heard there are changes in the latest version (or whichever version we are doing) and I LOVE IT!!  Thanks Andrew for keeping the show fresh and new.

This particular production of Joseph will use a cowboy theme (we are in the West!), but the most interesting production was where I played BOTH the Butler and the Baker!  My brilliant director staged it with a Vegas theme and I was a ventriloquist.  Of course, the butler was the puppet, so during intermission my face was painted grey and two large X's were drawn on my face.  I continued as the "dead baker" to operate the butler puppet.  I asked my friends if they even looked at me after I was dead, but they said, "Why would we look at you?  You were dead!"

Another thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber for how this amazing show has changed the life of one of my friends -- Donny Osmond.  The director saw Donny in the show twenty years ago in Canada and has always wanted to direct it.  Donny says he will show up for one of the shows.  Maybe Andrew should come this night, too -- and give Donny kudos for how his tour and movie have made Joseph a world-wide phenomenon,  I wonder how much in royalties the association with Donny has generated?  At least it motivated my director to keep this show in  his heart -- and now I am blessed to be in it again!!

https://www.sundanceresort.com/events/summer-theatre/

Also -- a fun picture  by Amber Park from the Provo July 4th parade in front of the Provo Temple

gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Thu, 25 May 2017 07:11:00 -0700

Failure is success if we learn from it.

Malcolm Forbes

(1917-1990)

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Fri, 19 May 2017 07:32:00 -0700

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.

Danny Kaye

(1913 – 1987)

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“White Christmas”

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Wed, 17 May 2017 06:51:00 -0700

I read all of it part of the way through.

Samuel Goldwyn

(1879-1974)

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MGM

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Mon, 15 May 2017 07:44:00 -0700

Memory is the diary that we carry about with us.

Oscar Wilde

(1856-1900)

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Earnest

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Thu, 11 May 2017 07:08:00 -0700

I have no expectation of making a hit every time I come to bat.

Franklin D. Roosevelt

(1882 – 1945)

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Tue, 9 May 2017 07:40:00 -0700

What does not destroy me makes me stronger. 

Friedrich Nietzche

 (1844 –1900)

 German philosopher

 boredom

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Fri, 5 May 2017 07:43:00 -0700

They are able who think they are able.

Virgil

(70 B.C. – 19 B.C.)

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Aeneid

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gdanea@msn.com (Dane Allred) — Mon, 1 May 2017 07:58:00 -0700

The highest result of education is tolerance.

Helen Keller

(1880 - 1968)

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