May 30, 2006

May's End (cont'd)

Sunday, after my final performance of Awake and Sing! I pushed my way through the Broadway crowds and an impromptu street fair on 7th Avenue in order to get to the New York Sheraton, where Jon and his parents were waiting for me. We had all arranged to meet Jon's cousin and his wife for dinner and evening stroll up 5th Avenue.

We ate dinner at a Korean restaurant on 32nd and Broadway - table BBQ. It was divine and a big hit as most of the people at the table had never eaten it before. It's always exciting when you can turn people on to new things. We ate shrimp and beef and whatever side dishes the restaurant would give us. That's the thing with Korean restaurants - lots of free side dishes.

After dinner we wenned our way up 5th to Rockefeller Center. I was happy to see that the skating rink was finally converted back to a restaurant. Believe it or not, it was still a skating rink as of the beginning of May.

Here's mom with Dave's wife Mary posing in front of Apollo and the dancing waters.
Mom and Mary

Here I am with my father-in-law.
Val and Dad

And here's Jon with cousin Dave and his father.
Blackwell Men

Dave and Mary are visiting from Texas. So, guess where we'll probably be going on vacation some time in the near future. Yes. That's right. Texas. We have an invitation to come down any time we like.

So that was all Sunday night.

Monday, we gathered everyone for a visit to the Museum of Modern Art.

ChagallWhat can one say about MOMA? It's a great museum with an impressive collection. Chagall, Picasso, Monet, de Chirico - they've got it all. And we saw a lot of it. Two hours is enough to see most but not everything. I always want to see as much as possible when I go there because the admission is a ridiculous $20.00 per person but you can really only see so much. With a museum like the Metropolitan Museum of Art where the price of admission is left up to the patron, you can pay less and visit more and spend more time in each section rather than rush through to see everything whic you can't do anyway.

Egg ShellsBack to the MOMA, every time I go I discover something new like this cabinet full of egg shells. I'm not sure what it's called but probably "cabinet full of egg shells" or something like that. I like this piece and I'm not quite sure why. Maybe because it's simple or quiet or ironic or something. I don't know.

But it does have a soothing effect on the eye. We had a nice time. I love how when you go to a museum with a group of people, you keep splitting up and meeting up over and over until finally somebody makes a big break and then ultimately calls have to be made and message left and directions given in order to find each other. As a group we did very, very well.

It took about 2 hours for two of our group to break off and not be found again until we met up later for gelato in the scuplture garden.

After a late afternoon nap we all met up later for dinner at a great Greek restaurant on 44th between 6th and 5th. Very good. Go there soon.

Here are a couple of my favorite paintings in the museum.
de chirico 3 de Chirico

And here are some other images from MOMA.
Dad in Moma
Coral Mirror
Jon and Picasso

The End Of May

May is ending and right on schedule warm and humid weather has arrived with the Memorial Day weekend.

Saturday was beautiful and busy.

In between the matinee and evening performances of Awake and Sing, the cast, crew and house staff of the Belasco theater had a holiday cookout. I was cordially invited by the woman who organized the event. I guess for other people it could have been fun, but for me it was uncomfortable. Like I've mentioned before, because I work in a different theater every week, I'm more a like an interloper than a part of any group that has bonded by working together on whatever show is playing. And then on top of that, I feel uncomfortable and intimidated by stars. This is why I left after eating a plate of food within 1 foot of Lauren Ambrose. As it happened, I was standing in the only available space in a crowded alleyway and it was near her.

She is a nice person. I overheard a conversation she was having with one of the ushers. I won't tell you what they were discussing. Just trust me when I tell you that both people in the conversation sounded very nice.

I tried having a conversation with one of the ushers. She was young and had a baby with her. I asked her if she was working that night and she replied that she hadn't worked in that theater for four years. I could have sworn she'd been there the whole week. That made me feel a little embarrassed. All this took about 20 minutes. I left to go the library.

On the way, I saw this construction sight at the corner of 42nd and 6th Avenue.
42nd & 6

And then I saw this Bentley randomly parked on 42nd across from the library.
But I guess it wasn't that random. There were a bride and groom in the back seat.

Anyway. The library was closed, so I headed back to the theater.

Sunday, I worked my last show of Awake and Sing and the work week ended with a bang. I handed out 92 headsets. After the show, it took about 15 minutes to get all my headsets back and then 20 minutes to get them ready for the next shift. There was a second person working with me. He was working in the balcony, handing out 15 headsets or so to the patrons all the way at the top of the theater. He could have helped me get out of there after the show but he left me with my hands full. I thought that a very poor display of team work. I was the last person to leave the theater, except for the person who was waiting for me to leave.

May 26, 2006

Breakfast at Tifanny's

I just finished Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote. It's a wonderful book but I found the last three chapters confusing.

I guess one is about her daughter, one is about her son and is the last one about her as an older woman? Des she move back in with Doc Golightly's children and end her days living the life she ran away from as a child? Or is it about someone else? Some of the dates mentioned don't make much sense.

It's just hella confusing.

Awake and Sing!!

I'm working on a new show this week called Awake and Sing! It's a revival of a play by Clifford Odets, starring Lauren Ambrose, Zoe Wanamaker, Ben Gazzara, and Mark Ruffalo. It's part of the Lincoln Center Theater subscription series. More so than most other shows I've worked on, the patrons attending this play are mostly over 60 years of age. I've been handing out headsets hand over fist. And the show, although very good for the most part, is excessively long. It's three acts and there are two intermissions. No one writes three-acts any more. The more common trend is two-acts or one-acts even like the play ART.

On the fun side, this is one of those shows where a lot goes on before the theater is opened for walk-in. For example, before the Wednesday matinee, Lauren Ambrose practiced slapping Mark Ruffalo - for one of the climaxes of the second act, where most of the play takes place.

Wednesday night, I left the theater via the stage entrance and had to walk past Zoe Wanamaker. She's been working for quite some time. The ealiest performance I've seen of hers was in Prime Suspect, the BBC mini series starring Helen Mirren. She's truly wonderful and she's English. I only say that she's English because walking past her, I heard her speaking with a British accent. In Awake and Sing! she plays Bessie Berger, a Jewish mother of two living in the Bronx with her extended family during the depression. And by that I mean, she sounds like she could do 5 minutes of standup at one of those venues in the Borscht Belt which I don't think exists anymore.

Last night, I walked through the stage door with Lauren Ambrose. It was awkward. I always feel oafish and clumsy around stars. I would rather just avoid them altogether. Anyway, Lauren Ambrose plays Hennie Berger, Bessie's only daughter who gets into 'trouble' in the first act and by trouble, I mean pregnant. She is amazing in her Broadway debut. She's made me cry the last three performances I've watched. Talk about throwing yourself into a role. She's completely believable.

Both look in person exactly as they look on screen.

If you like a good old fashioned stage play, I recommend strongly that you see this show. It is a little dated and sometimes lags when Ben Gazzara as Jacob, grandfather to the Berger children, starts rallying against the evils of capitalism. His character apparently has read of lot of books about individual rights, slavery, capitalism and Marx. It's those times that you can really see how old this play is because Odets heroic grandfather character, rails against capitalism with the same passion that Ayn Rand's heroes rail against communism.

But don't let that be a discouragement. It's an excellent time capsule for the 1930's.

May 25, 2006

Taylor Hicks Won American Idol

I'm glad he won. But why did they write such a dreadful song to be his first single? I guess the label that puts out American Idol records writes the songs that are performed by the two finalists in the final night of competition. The songs written for both Katharine and Taylor were equally awful.

The final show. Well, I taped it because I was working and ended up fast forwarding through most of it. I paused every now and then to hear what the guest celebrities sounded like. For example, Dionne Warwick sounded great when she soloed but I fast forwarded through the idols performing Burt Bacharach's songs. Not coincidentally, both Burt and Dionne were promoting an upcoming album release.

Mary J. Blige made an appearance singing a duet with Elliot Yamin. Meatloaf performed with Katharine McPhee. Al Jareau performed with Paris Bennett.

None of the celebrity appearances surprised me really. Most were either looking for some additional publicity or promoting an album. I was amazed, however, to see Prince performing. American Idol seems so commercial for him. But he was amazing and so were his sexy, identical twin backup singers. He performed before Katharine and Taylor came out to perform one more duet together - that dippy song from Dirty Dancing. I thought it was unfair to make anyone perform after Prince. Honestly, how do you follow Prince?

The show was definitely too long. All I wanted to know was the results but I didn't want the surprise ruined either, so after an hour of fast forwarding I finally got to see Taylor win his final reward.

Congratulations Taylor. It's a shame I won't be buying that single you performed on the show. I apologize in advance. I'll just wait until you aren't affiliated with the Idol producers anymore and start recording music I might listen to. I hope that comes soon.

May 23, 2006

The Martin Beck Theater

...was erected by Martin Beck in the 1920's. 75 years later or so his theater would be renamed The Al Hirschfeld Theater. It's my favorite theater. It's different from all the others on Broadway with domed ceilings - it gives you the feeling of standing in an old church. It also has a big beautiful mezzanine lounge with a lot of wall space where the theater boasts several framed Hirschfelds.

The earliest they have is for the play that opened the theater in 1926 - The Shanghai Gesture. It's a charicature of Florence Reed who starred in the show. It's drawn sparsely in the Art Deco style and looks strongly influenced by the famous Erte, reproduced from the NY Times cartoon. It's kind of interesting to look some of the portraits done before Nina was born because he hadn't yet starting hiding her names in crazy hairstyles and the folds of skirts. You know about the Ninas, right? In many of Hirschfelds works after his signature he would write a number. This number indicated how many times he had hidden his daughter Ninas name in each drawing.

hirschfeldNaturally, the theater dipslays mostly illustrations for the plays that appeared at the Martin Beck but they have a few others that don't. For instance, did you know that Al Hirschfeld once drew an ad for Absolut Vodka? Instead of Ninas, he hid Absoluts.

Did he sell out? Probably. But isn't that the dream of every artist? To make money doing what they love?

Did you know about the Ninas? I've known about that since I was 10 years old. I thought everybody in the world knew about the Ninas or at least everybody in New York which is why I was surprised, when working at the Martin Beck, that at least two people who worked there didn't know about it. I had to explain it to them. It was fun taking them around (on two different occasions) and watching them count the number of times they could find his daughter's name.

My favorite picture is the one Hirschfeld drew for Bye, Bye Birdie which starred Dick Van Dyke, Paul Lynde and Chita Rivera when the play first opened in 1960. I can't find it anywhere online. It's just pretty cool.

Anyway, I still don't recommend that you see The Wedding Singer.

May 22, 2006


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May 19, 2006

Scattered Thunderstorms

During last night's performance of The Wedding Singer, a young woman was laying down on a bench in the mezzanine lounge (where I hang out during the show) because she was sick. She threw up every 20 minutes, retching so loudly they could hear her downstairs in the orchestra section, into a bag that she never emptied. I was happy to see her carrying her vomit bag out of the theater when she left with her friends and family. She was with 8 people and not one of those people, including her mother, thought to get her out of that theater and bring her home. It was a pretty selfish display.
American Idol is almost over as the final two contestants perform one more time on Tuesday night. I predicted that the final two would be Paris Bennett and Taylor Hicks. I was right about Taylor Hicks but Paris was sent home a couple of weeks ago which is really a shame. She was the most talented singer in the bunch but she was also the youngest and I think her youth may have worked against her. She's got a lot of a grownup talent but she's is very young and looks it. I think people may have found that disturbing - people like Simon Cowell who commented every week that she looked like a little girl playing dress-up instead of commenting on her actual talent and performance.

The two finalists are Taylor Hicks and Katharine McPhee. They are equally talented. I like Katharine McPhee but I never quite caught the McPheever. I hope Taylor wins because I like him better.
I cured my infected ingrown toenail. I was really worried on Sunday when I found pus under the painful corner that I trimmed away. And then I got really scared when I stubbed my toe on Monday night and woke up in pain early the next morning. For two days I soaked my toe in salted soapy water and dressed it with Neosporin and a bandage. Like a miracle the infection went away. Now my toe feels just fine. And for now, it seems to be okay. I just wonder what happens when the section I cut away grows back. Hopefully it won't burrow back into my toe pad.

The Wedding Singer

Don't even bother. Don't waste your time. It's not very good. Strangely and beyond my understanding people are laughing at the jokes and the gags. Somehow it was nominated for 5 Tonys. It must be because mostly everything else that's premiered this year has been pretty lame. That has to be the reason.

To me all the songs in show pretty much sound the same; the jokes are cliche, lame and hackneyed; and the story line is bland. The people in the show are . . . well they are talented. Because no matter how lame the Broadway show, the cast is always extremely talented. But not necessarily well cast if you know what I mean, for example, I can't figure out what Laura Benanti is doing in this show. This is a woman who sings Sondheim for a living. She is way more talented than the show is good. She just doesn't seem to fit the part she's been cast in - the part of Julia Sullivan played by Drew Barrymore in the movie. It's either because she's too old or too angular or too sophisticated or too experienced. I don't know. Something is just not right with this match up. This is a part that probably should have been originated by a bubbly, young and slightly chubby ingenue.

The most awful part in my opinion is when they make Robbie Hart's grandmother rap in the second act. (I threw up a little in my mouth the first time I saw it.) When the original rapping granny did it, it was cute. But the song is so lame and the performance by her co-hort George (the boy George wannabe) is so forced, you have to wonder what TONY was thinking when the show was nominated for Best Musical or Best Original Music. And you have to wonder why these actors are putting their careers at risk? Why do they believe in this show? Why do they want to be associated with it so badly that their willing to pour their hearts and souls into every performance?

Just don't go see it and whatever you do, don't be tempted to buy the cast album which is scheduled for release in a couple of weeks.

May 18, 2006

Pontiac Garage

What is the Pontiac Garage? I don't know. Who is Christine Milian? I have no idea.

Yet, together they made walking through the Times Square area nearly impossible last night.

In a combined effort to promote both the club and Milian's new album, a free concert was staged that blocked up people traffic for blocks and blocks. Her music doesn't really sound too much different than anything else from the Beyonce genre. Add the hammering sound of thunk thunk base and you're got the kind of Times Square annoyance that seems to happen on a weekly basis.

It was so loud I could hear it underground. My destination as always was the subway station at 47th street and Broadway, underneath the concert and all the people crowding the sidewalks. I started my journey at the Al Hirschfeld theater at 45th and 8th where The Wedding Singer is currently playing (a generally lame ass musical surprisingly nominated for 5 Tonys).

I decided to walk east by way of 46th Street, avoiding 45th because of the enormous crowd that had gathered to see Julia Roberts exit the theater. Rumour was she was going to walk and breathe proving once and for all that she is human like the rest of us. Honestly, you'd think she was an alien sent here from another universe the way people crowd to see her. I know she's famous and all, but really folks. She's a beautiful person who acts for a living. She's not some aberrant freak of nature on display in a sideshow. Give her some space. Let her leave work in peace at the end of a hard day.

Anyway, I avoided the star struck crowds on 45th by walking up 46th. I was just walking past the back entrance of the Imperial Theater, squeezing through the post Dirty Rotten Scoundrels crowd, when I heard it - the thunk, thunk and people screaming in response. Up ahead the SW corner of 46th and Broadway was densely populated with stunned tourists and rowdy youths. I was instantly annoyed and I could feel my temper starting to rumble.

And thenmy temper exploded as I got closer to the street and realized a live concert was being given in Times Sqaure by some inconsiderate assholes. As I started to realize that I was walking into a living people trap I shouted "I HATE THIS CITY".

My elbows went up and I started bullying my way through the sleepwalking visitors from Florida, Connecticut, California, France, England and from wherever else visitors come to crowd our sidewalks and make our lives miserable.

I pushed and shoved and barrelled through the crowds and onlookers like a bullet through a Kevlar® vest. It was slow going. I didn't think I would make it to the subway when all of a sudden, right before the entrance, the crowd broke and I was able to get downstairs to the platform. I could still hear the music and at some point, the station started getting smokey. At first, I thought it was a fire. It took me a minute to figure out that dry ice was being used to make smoke for the performance.

Just as the platform was filling up with smoke, the N train pulled in and the conductor of that train looked a bit confused thinking what I had thought moments earlier - that the station was on fire. To make matters worse, the MTA was working on the tracks. Men with orange vests and orange flags were helping to control (or slow down) the train traffic. Our train was held in the station for 15 minutes after I got on. That was fun. Soooo much fun.

The drunk young woman next me started talking to me out of boredom. She noticed I was reading America: The Book pointing out to me unnecessarily that the book was sarcastic. I started telling her about the shannanigans above ground. She understood and explained to me that she moved out of Hell's Kitchen for just that reason. She was funny and she smelled like liquor. Normally, I don't speak to drunk people sitting next to me in the subway but I outweighed her by several hundred pounds so I thought if worse came to worse I could take her, so no worries there. I got home around 11:30 or so.

May 16, 2006

The Last Exit

Last night, Jon and I joined a couple of friends at The Last Exit in Brooklyn for a comptitive game of trivia. We won first prize which was an envelope of cash. My best contribution of the evening was the name of Dora's monkey from Dora the Explorer. I also knew that John Coltrane recorded a very famous version of My Favorite Things and that there are three teaspoons in a tablespoon. I knew the answers to other questions as well but for those three questions only I knew the answer. It always feels nice when you can contribute something, especially when I'm playing with three people that are way smarter than me.

I learned some things too. For instance did you know that stubbing a toe with an ingrown toenail is one of the more painful things you are likely to suffer in your lifetime? I'm not sure how it compares with labor and giving birth but right now, my big toe is throbbing. It hurt so much I had to wake up (at 5:30) and take care of it. In the little corner where I cut my offending nail too far below the safe point two nights ago, there was a little tiny touch of blood. I put on the NEOSPORIN recommended to me by the pharmacist. Now I'm waiting for the urge to sleep to come back over me.

May 15, 2006

Gone With the Weekend

Monday mornings are so much nicer when you don't have to go into work. I have off on Mondays because most theaters are closed -- the same way as NYC museums. What makes this an exceptional Monday morning is the weather bonus. At this moment a thunderstorm is hovering over Queens and rain is pouring down. Usually around 8am the local birds remind me that I'm sleeping by waking me up with their petulant chirping. This morning, around 9:30, it was the sound of water hitting the ground hard and fast. Guess which way I prefer to wake up.

Saturday, I finished out my work week with two performances of The Odd Couple. After watching it for a week, I feel like I know this particular production. This play has been around for over 40 years so it's pretty tried and true. When you're mounting this show, you really only have to worry about casting and production design because the script is tight. If performed properly, every joke hits and audiences roar with laughter every few minutes.

Which is why I'm amazed that Matthew Broderick was able to get so many laughs. He gave his most wooden performance as Felix Unger. At times it seemed like he was on stage for the first time - insecure, stiff, uncomfortable and so quiet at times, you'd think he'd forgotten about that one deaf person in Secaucus to whom he's supposed to be projecting. But then at some point you realize either Joe Mantello, the director, told him to act that way or these were choices that Broderick made for his portrayal of Felix Unger. The performance completely lacked energy and for the most part the voice he chose was just awful. (The man's been on Broadway since he's 17 years of age. That's more than half his life. He should have been the best one on that stage.)

But maybe I shouldn't be amazed, because as I said earlier The Odd Couple is a very good play - so good that even if one of the actors turns in a so-so performance the play could still be a success as it is. Every performance I saw had the audience in stitches.

There's a really good and honest review of The Odd Couple at Gay City News. I agree with Christopher Byrne's review regarding the performance of Matthew Broderick and his criticisms of the director Joe Mantello for not helping Broderick give the best performance possible. You may not know this, but it's the director's responsiblity to make sure his actors aren't screwing up on stage and in the case of Broderick, he didn't do much to help the situation. (It's interesting that Montello is also the director for Three Days of Rain. Julia Roberts could have used some help and it seems Montello failed her as well.)

As much as I think Mr. Byrne accurately described Matthew Broderick's performance as the weakest point of the show, I don't necessarily agree with his criticism that the play is an anachronism and doesn't hold up - that people don't get it.

And here's why. Most theater goers know this play and understand that it takes place 40 or so years ago. There's no reason to underestimate the American public by assuming that the values and expectations of the 60's are so foreign to us now that a play like this can't be successful. The proof is in the ear splitting laughter. It's pretty clear that this play is set in the 60's. It says so in the Playbill and the set design, costumes and language couldn't make it any more plain.

PigeonI still recommend seeing this show if you can get a ticket. The performance turned in by every other cast member is delightful - particular Jessica Stone and Olivia D'Albo as the Pigeon sisters. They are wonderful and save the dinner scene at the opening of Act II . If it were up to Broderick, evereyone would have used a nasally head voice and whispered all their lines but Stone and D'Albo light the stage on fire with their oxigenated energy and comic spark.

That's my favorite scene in the play and Nathan Lane as Oscar delivers the line "Is everybody happy?" perfectly. He also does well with "It took me three hours to figure out FU stands for Felix Unger."

Go see it. Go see it now. Nathan Lane is always good without exception.

May 14, 2006

Happy Mother's Day

To all mothers, mothers-in-law, aunts, grandmothers, mother surrogates, and mothers to be

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

May 10, 2006

Random Smattering of Stuff and Things

Fit for a Dolphin
Yesterday I used the treadmill at Dolphin Fitness - my new gym - and did some tricep dips.
Because today is a double feature I decided to skip a day but I'll go back tomorrow for some eliptical machine and stomach work.

An Odd Pairing Indeed
Last night I started a new schedule at the Brooks Atkinson theater. They are currently showing The Odd Couple by Neil Simon starring Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick. It's good. I was expecting Matthew Broderick to sleepwalk through the play but he didn't. I'm not going to say he was great but I will say he was good. He chose to give his Felix an annoying voice, which, considering Broderick's natural voice is already annoying, wasn't really necessary -- but he delivers well enough. He doesn't suck. Nathan Lane is the real star of the show. He could act with a box and make the box seem interesting - luckily for Broderick whose good enough performance was a little forced and wooden at times.

The key to performing in any play is energy and Nathan Lane has enough energy to pull the whole cast through the show. It's a good show. I recommend it. It's worth the money. This is good advice indeed considering I don't even like Neil Simon with one exception - this play. The women who play the Pigeon sisters are really fun as well.
Coconut Lime Verbena
Bath and Body Works has a wonderful new family of scent that combines the essences of coconut, lime and verbena. I bought the bubble bath, the hand lotion and the body spray and I smell good enough to eat.

New Gym

I joined a new gym. A couple of months ago, I let my NYSC membership run out. It was a beautiful gym but it was always so crowded and I never used the shower or sauna. Heck, I didn't even like going into the locker room.

I found a gym that's closer to my house, much smaller and much cheaper.

I just bought a 3 month membership for the same cost of a session with a private trainer at the New York Sports Club.

I checked it out today.

It's clean and nice. The only problem is the thunk thunk music they play but as long as I have my own portable music player, I'll be okay.

Yay me!!

May 07, 2006

The Worst Pies in London

Other people can be so noisy. And by "other" I mean everybody else except me. The ushers at the theater I worked at this week couldn't stop talking and yapping to the exclusion of everything else going on around them.

For example, the other night, the cast all came out on stage before walk-in to rehearse with Benjamin Eakely - who is filling in as Anthony for Benjamin Magnuson who sprained his ankle.

The cast came out pre-makeup including Patti Lupone in a warmup suit with her hair tucked into her snood.

This is one of the plum bonuses of doing this job. It doesn't take that long to set up so between 7 and 7:30 there's a lot of downtime. Several times I've seen the cast warming up, but usually it's only 3 or 4 cast members - never Patti Luapone. Michael Cerveris (see right) was also warming up. He plays Sweeney - quite well.
They were all out and singing intimately to each other helping to get the understudy ready for the show - to work out the kinks. They were rehearsing the duets between Anthony and Johanna and Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd.

And the whole time they were giving me this private performance, every usher in the theater was running his or her yap, making sure to increase their volume as the singers on stage got louder. They weren't even discussing anything interesting.

Here are snippets of conversations overheard during one particular rehearsal from a different night.

Usher 1: Rumor has it Elizabeth Taylor is on her deathbead.
Usher 2: Oh. That's too bad.
Usher 1: Yeah. Heart failure.

This lead to a fascinating discussion about who's still hot and who's not from old Hollywood.

Usher 1: Paul Newman still looks soooo good.
Usher 2: Now he's also got Oreo cookies ...
Usher 3: Without the cream inside.
Usher 1: Yeah. His cookies are good.
Usher 2: Debbie Reynolds still looks like a kid.

(pregnant pause)
Usher 1: Betty White is still beautiful.
Usher 2: Of the Golden Girls, she always looked the best.
Usher 3: Bea Arthur was never really fly.
Usher 2: What was she? Like 6'2".
Usher 1: She always looked a little bit like a man.

Yes. I was sitting near them with my notepad writing down some observational notes based on what was going on in the theater. Yes. This was a conversation from Friday night and not from Thursday night's impromptu full cast preshow rehearsal.

I've got other notes too but they are mostly bitter observations about the not-so-friendly ushers at this theater. So... I'll keep them to myself. There's no need to be mean.

May 04, 2006

My Own Private Idaho

Is it wrong that I enjoy being alone so much?

I have been spending days by myself and I don't seem to be getting tired of it.

A friend told me today that pretty soon I'll start getting antsy but I don't see it happening too soon.

Granted soon there will have to be some kind of daily activity outside of household chores otherwise I'm going to become boring to those who know me rather quickly.

But for right now . . . I'll enjoy this just a little longer.

May 03, 2006

Demon Barber of Fleet Street

This week I'm working on Sweeney Todd, over at the Eugene O'Neill Theater.

I saw it for the first time tonight.

It was amazing, absolutely amazing.

But the theater was practically empty.

If you want to see it, see it on a Tuesday night.

May 02, 2006

Much Ado About Nothing

Before I continue writing about my theatrical experiences, I give you one more picture from the Jacobs Theatre. Here is a picture of the crowd gathering to see Julia Roberts at the Stage Entrance after the show.