11 June
Last night I finally watched half of the Tonys that I taped on Sunday because I was onstage myself and couldn't watch.
Laughed my ass off at the number from The Civil War, "Let Freedom Ring", a rousing song about absolutely nothing, shouting "On your feet, people of Bayonne!" much to the consternation of the various cats.
I think I'm about to go into a heavy Broadway period. There's so much I want to see now, and I have had five conversations in the last two weeks about Broadway and the stuff I wanted to see, and I think that I'm about to burst out of a cannon.
I wish Parade hadn't closed, that looked really great.
One of the shows I want to see is Death of a Salesman, but I have issues with that show.
I saw my father in it at a tender age, and found it extremely upsetting, and whenever I have seen it since I have always had hysterics. That is not hyperbole, it is gospel truth, I have loud, messy, heart-wrenching sobbing snotty-nosed hysterics.
Nonetheless, I want to see it, and Tracing (for some reason) has volunteered to be embarrassed by my behaviour. Just to give you a hint, while watching the Tonys, there was a tiny clip of Elizabeth Franz saying one line, one line, and I burst into tears.
I don't even want to talk about the bit where all of the actors from the different shows were all saying lines from their shows--I cried the whole way through and for twenty minutes afterwards.
Regrets, Tracing? Brace yourself...
My friend Kathleen at work saw Salesman on Saturday, the day before the Tonys, and she swears this happened.
It was in the scene where Willy is begging his boss not to fire him, and suddenly someone's cell phone started to ring. And ring. And ring. It rang about eight times, and finally Brian Dennehy turned to the audience and said:
"Lady, will you please answer your phone?!"
There was, of course, an ovation, and a red-faced woman answered her phone and quickly hung it up again, then the show continued, and Brian Dennehy's next line was "In those days there was personality in it, Howard. There was respect, and comradeship, and gratitude in it." Apt.
The piece of resistance was, of course, the fact that later that same show, the phone rang again, but only about half a ring before being quickly turned off.
The question is not how stupid do you have to be to leave your cell phone on in a theatre, rather it is to not turn it off even after being yelled at by Brian Dennehy!
Found another swell journal yesterday, Waves, through Al's new Linkzine, that I thought was new, since there are only two months work of entries, but it turns out that this is like its eleventh incarnation and I'm just totally behind the times.
The thing that struck me the most was this entry because right around that time I had the same dream! Well, not entirely the same, but I dreamt that I was having a baby and woke up with cramps (though it wasn't my period).
Isn't that cool? I wonder if it was the same day?
Today's horoscope:
Good food and pleasurable people set the scene for an excellent time. Plan or attend a dinner party.
One year ago today:
Hello, walking stereotype here, pleased to meet you.
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