Sunday, January 31, 2010
In other, happier, less infuriating news, we did make it down to the Hair stagedoor. It was cold and it was awkward, and Sheik and Levy took freaking forever to come out. When they finally did elect to grace us with their presence, Lenora took it upon herself to tell them we were coming to their show at Joe's Pub. (Okay, I kinda encouraged that. I think the poor darlings are getting a bit desperate.) I did NOT, however, tell her to tell them that it was for my birthday! But she did. Because she is Lenora. Here's the thing - above all else, I hate drawing attention to myself at stagedoors. In fact, I think I'm growing out of the whole stagedoor fad. If I buy a ticket, you owe me a performance and nothing else. Ripley. (Poor dear must have forgotten to take her invincibility pill. My poor widdle shattered heart will have to mend itself.) Christ, I've digressed terribly. Anyway, here's what went down.
Lenora: "Hi. Great show. We'll be at your Joe's Pub concert."
Sheik: "Oh, really? I was just talking about that."
Lenora (indicates me): "Yeah, it's for her birthday."
Me, in head, rummaging in bag to avoid looking up: "Christ, Lenora, don't."
Sheik: "Aww, happy birthday."
Okay, so that one wasn't that painful. It gets worse and more uncomfortable.
Lenora: "Hi, Caissie. We'll be at Joe's Pub for her birthday."
Levy: "Oh, is it your birthday?"
Me: "No, my birthday passed."
Levy: "Oh. Well, we'll celebrate then."
I wish you wouldn't. Some other winning moments of the night - Vanessa Ray suddenly running back down the line and screamed, "JAMES LAPINE!" Lenora pointed out what I already knew - the girl IS Allison Case in every imaginable way. Only she does it better. Another great (?) moment was Kacie Sheik standing in the doorway and laughing like a hyena over something nobody else seemed to find funny. And then there was Allison Guinn. She was decked out in a yellow beret and horned rim glasses and had an autoharp on her back. God help us, Berri said something that made her laugh. She sounds like this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ot6ZIzaXtg Oddly enough, I don't think I ever expected her to sound any other way.
Saw Jersey Boys on Friday. "Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what foolks these mortals be!"
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The Addams Family
Time Stands Still
possibly another go at Night Music, after Tony noms come out
And, of course, the folks at Broadwayworld are already talking Tonys. I've got a few ideas forming, but, of course, too early to tell. But I think:
The Addams Family - possible winner
Best Revival of a Musical:
Best Actress in a Musical:
Catherine Zeta Jones
Christiane Noll - should get it, but it'll be CZJ
Best Supporting Actress in a Musical:
Angela Lansbury - gonna get it, cause you can't be Angela Lansbury and not win a Tony
Leigh Ann Larkin really should get nominated. Hell, here I go - aside from Lansbury, she's the best thing about Night Music.
So you can all just...I don't know...sit there and read all the crap I spew. Love and all that stuff to ya.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Before I even got to the theatre, Mom and I strolled around Shubert Alley for a while. While my mother debated with a random passerby about whether or not the woman on the Chicago poster was Marie Osmond, I walked away to avoid embarrassment. Such was the coming of the talented lady in the hat to Shubert Alley. I smiled and thought to myself, "Hooooly craaaaaap, it's Alice Ripley." Three seconds later it was gone, but my night was nonetheless made.
Night Music is the most visually pretty show I've ever seen. The cast is wonderful. Before I go into detail, I have to give a shout out to Bradley Dean, who plays Frid. This is his job description:
1. Stand next to Angela Lansbury for the entire first act without saying a single word.
2. Lift her up and carry her. Avoid becoming "that guy who dropped Angela Lansbury."
3. Undress Leigh Ann Larkin.
The show is simply lovely. Miss Lansbury is an utter joy to watch. Catherine Zeta Jones is serviceable. Okay, I'll say it - the best performance of the evening was given by Leigh Ann Larkin. There I said it. I'm happy she took Night Music now. No idiot would have taken Evelyn Nesbit over Petra. What a character she is. I'm thinking she's got a Tony nomination coming to her, but she'll be in a category that puts her up against Angela Lansbury. That's rough. That's real rough.
Also of note is Ramona Mallory, a debutante trying her hand at Anne. Despite the fact that her parents named her Ramona, she is giving a very nice performance - when you can actually understand what she's saying.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Yes. I am a freak. Come look at the freak. The freak is happy, and the freak knows you don't have much else to look at. How very sad for you, you sweat-pants wearing teeny bopper, to live in a world that is so tragically small. Wake up. Look around you. See? Life. And diversity. And people who aren't like you, and people who don't care what you think, because who are you? Who am I? We are people, and we are one. We need to start acting like it.
One thing I cannot stand, will not tolerate in any capacity, is people who make fun of other's misfortune or disability. That constitutes deliberate cruelty in my book, and Blanche DuBois spoke the truth. It's not forgivable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable. I don't see how anybody has the right to mock another human being's illness or disability. It makes my blood boil. I thank the Lord I've never known any great illness is my life, but I know people who have. I have a cousin who has several severe brain defects, and I've seen people stand in front of her and laugh. I've seen grown men tell their children how funny it is that she can't sit up, see, feed herself, or speak. Because that's just so obviously hilarious.
It also makes me boiling mad that gays do not have the right to marry in this country. I am a Catholic. There are still traces of that little pro-life activist in me. But this is one issue on which I stand completely firm with my fellow Democrats. I am not particularly sure that religion should have the upper hand on this one, but even if it did - Jesus preached love. Love thy neighbor. Love the outcasts. And let thy neighbor love whoever the hell thy neighbor wants. And besides. You look me in the eye and tell me Chip and Dale's relationship does not have homoerotic undertones.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Here we have Jwoww. I don't know her real name, and if I did I wouldn't post it. There's no need to further embarrass her family. As you may be able to tell from this picture, the lady is an all-around class act. She doesn't say much, because, let's face it. When you look like that, anything you say is largely inconsequential. When she does talk, her monologues are peppered with four-letter words and the vocabulary of a Washington Square hooker. Oh, Jwoww. Your mother must be so proud.
But my favorite, my very favorite, is there here fella. His name's Ronnie, and he is basically a walking steroid advert. I think Jwoww is his girlfriend, but that falls in the realm of Things I Don't Really Care About. Oh, Ronnie. How sweet thy diction and how incredibly subtle thy actions. A conversation with Ronald here goes something like this.
Person A: "Hey, bro."
Person B: "Hey, man, calm down. Be cool, bro. Be cool."
Ronnie: "I WILL CRUSH YOUR F%$#@^ SKULL INTO JELLY!"
Scintillating. Come up and see me sometime, Ronnie. I'll teach you how to speak without using the word "youse."
Friday, January 15, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I don't know what to do right now. I need to work on my book. I need to set a date for God of Carnage. I need to get my clothes ready for tomorrow. All I want to do is lie in bed and think about what I have just seen. Why didn't I go see it as much as I possibly could while there was still time? What was stopping me? Jesus. I regret that now.
It's a day of peace.
A day of pride.
A day of justice we have been denied.
Let the new day dawn.
Oh, Lord, I pray.
We'll never get to heaven till we reach that day.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Sitting up here in my room and listening to these three animules perform their primal adolescent rituals is truly a joy. Their laughter is somewhere in the range of Maria Callas going for the end of Un Bel Di. According to my calculation, their conversation averages two unfunny sexual jokes per five minute period. When I went down there to ask them to lower the radio, I was told to go upstairs and not come back down under penalty of being shot with a BB gun. But that's okay. Because Victor Fleming once told Vivien Leigh to "take the script and shove it up her royal British ass." Ooh, there was just a very expensive-sounding crash. I assume it was the TV or the mirror in the hallway, but, like Coalhouse Walker, I will not move from where I'm standing. Let these assholes figure it out on their own.
Now they're taking videos of themselves. Keep it up, gentlemen. The world can't wait to see what cinematic gems you're ready to turn out. DeMille and Kazan are absolutely trembling in their boots.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
So my mind is made up. I'll go see God of Carnage. Scintillating, I know. I certainly did not cry over this, and it didn't take me very long to make the decision. I was sitting in Spanish class. I dropped my pen. I leaned over to get it. I thought, "I think I'll go see God of Carnage."
Anyway, that should be fun. I like straight plays, but can rarely find anyone willing to see one with me. After August: Osage County, Berri turned up her Rent-loving nose and vowed never to see a straight play again. (You know what, August is awesome. I'll not have people telling me it isn't.)
And I learned how to do the hora today. L'chaim.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
My very generous aunt has promised to take me to any show I want for my birthday. And here's something terrible - there is nothing I want to see. Nothing. I can't see Hair again. It's gotten to be such a tired show. God help me, and God help them. Sunday will be the end of beautiful Ragtime. So what's left? Ooh, this is so sad. I miss the days when I couldn't decide what to see because there were so many great options. Now I can't decide because there's nothing but play revivals starring big name movie actors. If that's what Broadway is coming to, then I'd rather not continue on with this little infatuation. It's a dirty little war, and they're dropping like flies.
I was thinking maybe I'd see West Side Story. I do like Karen Olivo, and now with Matt Cavenaugh out of the way it might be safe to test the waters. I don't actively want to see it, but it's better than getting dragged to Rock of Ages. I'm already seeing Jersey Boys, and this ungrateful bitch is none too happy about that.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
I should be working on a project, but it's been months with that damn thing. I need a break, so I thought we'd play a little game - you post a few things you know you'll never be able to say to certain people, but you don't include their names. It's fun. Ready, and awaaaay we go.
1. Your mother looks like Nurse Ratched. Also, fix your roots.
2. I lied about the dress.
3. Why don't you see what you mean to me?
4. I love you. I love you. I love you. Please understand that I love you.
5. I'm so worried about you.
6. I know for a fact that I'm much better at what you do than you are, but I'm too terrified to try.
7. I'm not sorry. I'm not even going to pretend that I'm sorry.
8. The worst part of going away will be leaving you.
9. Are you aware that you look like you have no eyebrows?
10. I don't forgive you.
12. Look at me. I want you to look at me.
13. I know for a fact that you're jealous of me. Sometimes I'm so jealous of you that I can't stand it.
14. There is no earthly need to IM me whenever I'm on Facebook.
There now. That was lots of fun.