Inkpop is as soul-grinding as ever, but with any luck it'll all be over soon. I have to admit there is some kind of elation in seeing someone try to pass you and repeatedly fail, God help me. There's a Churchill quote that I like that says something like, "In life there is nothing so exhilirating as to be shot at without result."
Well, since school's back in session and I'm about to cut summer's ripcord and slip on into fall, I think it's time to set a fall docket, don't you? I have this theory, see: seasons that start on odd numbered years suck, and the ones that start on even-numbered years are much better. This year doesn't look like it's going to break tradition, thank the Lord. Aside from the perfection of Ragtime, last season was a total snore. Oh, well. Leave it be and let it end. This fall and winter I think I'll have a go at:
Mrs. Warren's Profession
Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown
Pee-Wee's Playhouse (I was a big fan as a kid.)
Driving Miss Daisy
Bloody Blood Andrew Jackson (My bet for Best Musical.)
Not too shabby. So Yank got pushed off a year, so what? Priscilla's coming in in time for the Tony's. That's gonna be another fun one. Lately I've been realizing that theatre in fact can be fun without having to account for itself. I look at all the new shows coming in and all the new blood that we're getting and I am excited. And, for the record, I freaking love the artwork for Mrs. Warren's Profession.