Thursday, December 30, 2010


The new year it's a-comin'. You all excited? Well God called. He said not to get your hopes up.

Also The Corrections is wonderful and Eve Harrington is the most evil character in cinematic history. The end.

Monday, December 27, 2010


So this Christmas was pretty epic. A blizzard howls around me, so I've had plenty of time to watch movies. On Saturday I got:

Angels in America
Passing Strange
Damn Yankees
All About Eve
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?
Anna Karenina

I've already watched Baby Jane and Passing Strange, and I stayed up late last night to start Angels in America. I've seen it so many times, but Mary Louise Parker never stops being amazing and Al Pacino never stops being scary. I could take or leave Meryl Streep, except when she's Ethel Rosenberg. Then I'll take it.

I also got Dance on Broadway for the Wii, and I am utterly terrible at it. My sister filmed me attempting to do the Bend and Snap. What has been seen cannot be unseen.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

My Year at the Theeyater

So my buddy Kimber bought me La Cage tix for the ninth. WOOO! Third row. I didn't even know she new I was a La Cage fan, but far be it from me to deny anyone the chance to visit my favorite gay cabaret. I also found out about my Angels in America tickets two days too early. I'm a real bitch with surprises. Nobody gets anything by me.

I've seen a decent amount of shows this year. Let's see what I can actually remember.

1/10 Ragtime

1/22 Night Music

1/29 Jersey Boys

1/30 Next to Normal

2/21 God of Carnage

3/7 Hair

4/3 Next to Normal

4/? Cats

5/2 Next to Normal

6/13 Sondheim on Sondheim

6/30 American Idiot

7/18 Next to Normal

8/13 Night Music

9/4 American Idiot

9/4 La Cage

11/26 Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson

There's probably some I'm forgetting, but that's enough for anyone. The best was Ragtime, and the worst was that goddamn Cats. In fact, it was the worst thing I've ever seen. Let's focus on the positive, though. I've never in my life seen anything as wonderful as Ragtime, and I doubt I ever will again. I may be exaggerating a little. Not everyone loved the production. But I did. And this is MY damn blog, thanks. My memory has probably built it up to be better than it was. But not by much.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Snapping the Tether

Harper has a line in Angels in America that goes something like, "Wow, I musta REALLY snapped the tether this time!" So did Julie Taymor. The entire NY theatre scene is abuzz with what happened last night at Spider-man. I haven't forgotten this picture. Apparently Jennifer D. saw the whole thing happen. Nothing like seeing somebody come crashing down from 30 feet in the air. Apparently the audience could hear her crying. (Cheap shot, but here I go - that's more than the folks at the Booth ever heard. I hate myself.) Anyway, they stopped the show and the guy got taken out in an ambulance. Apparently he's ok, but no good can come of this fiasco.

I don't know what's gonna happen because of this, but it can't be good. I'm not thinking they're getting shut down, but I foresee the opening getting pushed back again. God knows I'm not interested in giving this show any of my money, but snagging a seat in the orchestra might be worth my while. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get hit by a falling baritone and then I can sue and be set for college and grad school. Not funny. I'm not laughing. Not laughing. I really suck, don't I.

Poor Jennifer Damiano. I know it's closing, but she probably should have just stayed with Next to Normal. You know. The show where you can't get killed.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Don't Tell Mama

So I did make Emerson, and it's fun already. Huzzah for me.

Yesterday I had a Christmas party in SoHo, after which I took it upon myself to roam the streets at sunset. Stranger danger, but what Mama don't know won't never hurt her. (She's already forbidden me to walk Boston Common at night. I said I wouldn't, but the thing is she'd never know if I did.) God knows that's not my territory down there. Plunk me south of 30th Street and I have no idea what I'm doing. It's much more fun that way. After a while I found that I'd wandered to 13th Street. Something made me look up, and there was a boy sitting in a third floor window and playing the guitar. I smiled at him. He waved at me. I waved back. Obviously we're engaged now.

After that I headed over to the Strand where a cashier yelled at me because I didn't know who wrote The Corrections. Well excuse me. I picked up Tropic of Cancer, and reading it is like taking too much Robitussin and then watching all of Alice Ripley's Youtube videos. You know. Like that.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown Part 2

Emerson letter coming tomorrow. Claude and I are sitting here and trying not to rip each other's hair out. I haven't been this nervous since the 2009 Tonys. For some reason listening to Video Killed the Radio Star is calming me down. Am I too young to be having my quarter-life crisis?

Lenora joined Facebook two days ago. City of the damned. The suspense, Mr. Lies. It's killing me.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

A Tapdance

I have a problem: I'm inordinately proud of my legs. That makes me feel like a creeper. One of my Facebook (and actual honest to Jebus real-life) friends says it's suggestive that I like to show them off so much. What am I suggesting, exactly? That I'm not an ass-aching Puritan? That there is one part of my body of which I am not unendurably ashamed? Or maybe I'm what Sylvia Plath would call a drunken amorphous slut.

We've been discussing obscenity in my law class. The thing is there just isn't much that I find to be obscene. J-Woww, maybe. Or the fact that Fred Phelps has followers. I'm pretty much game for anything else. Put it on a stage and call it art and I probably won't be smart enough to know the difference.

All for now.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Women on the Verge

So I've decided that I will heretofore dedicate my sidebar to the women who have shaped my life. I want to be like them. I want to dance like Gwen Verdon and write like Sylvia Plath and have Vivien Leigh's sweetness and Alice Ripley's individuality. I am so a product of observation.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Pity Post # 2

Sorry, folks. I reread Gone With the Wind and haven't been blogging as much as I ought. So. Lotsa shit closing.

Night Music
Next to Normal
In the Heights
Scottsboro Boys
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson

I'm certain there are some that I'm forgetting. It's 2009 all over again. I'm gonna miss Next to Normal a lot but I think the purging is necessary. The way I see it you have to give up to get. I can't remember where I heard that.

Emerson decision coming back any day now and I am so nervous I may very well have a seizure any minute now. Probably shouldn't be blogging when that happens.