Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Spiderman's alive and kicking. Scottsboro Boys is closing. American Idiot sends out an SOS and brings in Bille Joe again.

Every day a little death.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Andrew Jackson

Saw Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson last night. I have to say, they've done a superb job converting the Jacobs. Only problem is I'm not exactly sure what they converted it into. The show is bloody and it does feature Andrew Jackson, but I don't know how anyone could have missed telling me how BORING it is. I'm being a little harsh here. I had fun for a while. Once he actually became president, though, it was slow and painful death brought on by girls kissing for no reason and jokes about John Calhoun raping crippled children twice. And Emily Young has scary eyes.

Let's not condemn the show. I enjoyed myself, I really did. I remember thinking in the beginning of the show that it was like being raped from the seventh row of the mezzanine. In a good way. When it's not trying so desperately hard, it can be very funny. For instance - two Jackson supporters yelling out earnestly "WE WANNA FUCK YOU!" They then turned to the audience and said something else that immediately killed the joke. Damned if I can remember what it is. And, okay. Watching people get shot with pretend arrows is only funny the first eight times. Then it just gets dull. Lobotomy dull. Lobotomy-no Tony nom for you Ben Walker-dull. Yeah. THAT kind of dull. BBAJ was the only show I've ever seen where the audience did not stand at the end.

So lately I've been attempting to read plays that AREN'T written by Williams or Miller. So far I've hit Come Back, Little Sheba and am currently slogging through Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and loving it. Why oh WHY was Bette Davis not cast as Martha in the movie?

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Massachusetts, Beeyotch

So I'm up in Boston. Actually, a crappy hotel on the outskirts of Boston. Thanks, Mom. Dad's snoring woke me up at four, so I've been watching Family Guy for the past two hours. I'm going to see Emerson again today, but last night I roamed the city quite a bit. Here's what they have a lot of:

Dunkin Donuts
Bank of America
blonde hair
skinny legs

Here's what they don't have a lot of:
people who aren't white

To my front-of-the-mouth talking New Yorker's ear, everyone up here sounds a bit like Peter Griffin. Anyway, as I was strolling around last night I realized that it's incredibly easy to pick an Emerson kid out of the bunch. There seems to be an unofficial uniform: primary colored knit beret, black peacoat, leggings, flat-heeled leather boots. I also think there might be a weight limit, since everyone I've seen looks to be hopelessly anorexic. Oh, well. If we were at the Omni or the Park Plaza I could look out the window, but all I have here is a lovely view of McDonald's. Jesus Christ, kill me now.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

So Anyway

Next to Normal closes January 16. Usually I'm a fan of saying, "Ok. Let it go. Better this than they end up like Chicago." But they've been doing okay, as far as I can tell. It wasn't time for this one to go yet. I thought it still had a lot of life left in it. Oh, well. Leave it be and let it end. Thanks for the fun. I never, ever thought it would last this long.

I don't want to go to closing night, so I won't. But I did want to see Marin Mazzie play Diana. So maybe I'll go one dat during Christmas break. Crappy seats. Sit by myself. And say good-bye. January is a brutal month. Fela and Next to Normal have already taken the hit. American Idiot they're coming for you next.

Friday, November 5, 2010

The Dead Horse

Apparently Rent's getting revived off-Bway in June. NO. NO. NO. As Mrs. Lovett said, "DIE! GOD IN HEAVEN'S NAME WHY WON'T YOU DIE?" Christ. You'd think they let the old whore rest in peace for a while before bringing her back in all her bloody glory.

And Spiderman's been pushed back two weeks. My word, Julie Taymor. Are you just very dumb or very, very optimistic? This is not going to end well. Open up your cash-coated eyes and see that. I also don't have an especially high opinion of the people who chose to join this project. I know the economy is down, but nobody has a gun to your head forcing you to play Mary Jane, Jennifer Damiano. Anyway, leave it be and let it end. People got on the Titanic out of their own free will. Far be it from me to stop anyone from being part of a show that's already 65 million bucks in the hole.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

So Anyway

I'm leaving inkpop for good. Deleting the account, the book, and all the comments. Like it never existed. It did. That's enough for me. Toni Morrison said if you wanna fly you gotta give up the shit that weighs you down. Time for me to do that. Take one last look, and hit the delete button. For a place that gave me so much grief this a lot harder than I thought it would be.

It's time for me to go. And so, good-bye.