septiembre
How bad was I dying to post "I'm bringing sexy back" as my post title?
It's the word on the street. But how many people can bring sexy back? Especially with Justin Timberlake at the head of the team? Not many. However, I hereby promise to do my part - and have been doing my part - by boogie-ing down whenever possible, and looking like a rock star whenever possible.
And I just received proof of my success in this endeavor - opening the door up here at work, where I have returned for a quick stint as nightowl Client Services at an overnight editing session. I let in the producer, swinging the door open to reveal myself, gorgeously decked out in...black sweatpants and a tank top. To which he exuberantly responded:
"Look at this! Each woman is more beautiful than the next."
What?
This is a theater blog, isn't it? Not accomplishing much on that front, now am I?
I have actually been accomplishing plenty on that front since the Beaux and I had our dramatic split, and I finished up my full-time gig (and moved onto literally moonlighting as an admin). I went far far away, got some sun and some goofing around-time in, and threw in a bit of playwriting to boot. O'Keeffe is gorgeously kicked off, and as a part of Tom Brumberger's upcoming memorial, a few actors will be reading through the three opening scenes. I am very excited about all of it, and very grateful to Lucky (formerly known as "ex-type-thing") for providing much needed support to get all of my gears going again.
After hanging up some pictures and giving the new room some much-needed decoration, I lay down and rediscovered the glory of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I've been a fan since it hit movie theaters when I was barely sixteen - alas, I wasn't savvy enough at the time to catch it Off-Broadway. I've met Mr. John Cameron Mitchell twice here at work, and seen him speak at a midnight showing of the movie some months ago. He is, without a doubt, the cutest, tiniest genius I have ever encountered. Tiny! But nevertheless, brilliant.
How is it that a rock musical about an East German tranny can hit a straight Jewtalian girl so hard? It's certainly not the full moon making me drip buckets of happy tears during "Wig in a Box" and "Wicked Little Town." It's not even the lack of sleep or all the upheaval making me sob like the dickens during "Midnite Radio" (what a song!). There is simply something wonderful, simple, and true about every single number. And the dialogue in between! And the look on that man's face as he lives through all of it. He directed it himself. I'm aware of Stephen Trask's mighty contribution to the force that is Hedwig, and that may be the biggest part of it for me - those incredible rock songs. Whatever it is, it's a relief to me that despite whatever the world throws out there, something as little and goofy as a movie musical can still get me good.
Mr. Whiteford and I are about due for another collaboration. I couldn't help thinking what a marvelous Hedwig he would make...
It's the word on the street. But how many people can bring sexy back? Especially with Justin Timberlake at the head of the team? Not many. However, I hereby promise to do my part - and have been doing my part - by boogie-ing down whenever possible, and looking like a rock star whenever possible.
And I just received proof of my success in this endeavor - opening the door up here at work, where I have returned for a quick stint as nightowl Client Services at an overnight editing session. I let in the producer, swinging the door open to reveal myself, gorgeously decked out in...black sweatpants and a tank top. To which he exuberantly responded:
"Look at this! Each woman is more beautiful than the next."
What?
This is a theater blog, isn't it? Not accomplishing much on that front, now am I?
I have actually been accomplishing plenty on that front since the Beaux and I had our dramatic split, and I finished up my full-time gig (and moved onto literally moonlighting as an admin). I went far far away, got some sun and some goofing around-time in, and threw in a bit of playwriting to boot. O'Keeffe is gorgeously kicked off, and as a part of Tom Brumberger's upcoming memorial, a few actors will be reading through the three opening scenes. I am very excited about all of it, and very grateful to Lucky (formerly known as "ex-type-thing") for providing much needed support to get all of my gears going again.
After hanging up some pictures and giving the new room some much-needed decoration, I lay down and rediscovered the glory of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I've been a fan since it hit movie theaters when I was barely sixteen - alas, I wasn't savvy enough at the time to catch it Off-Broadway. I've met Mr. John Cameron Mitchell twice here at work, and seen him speak at a midnight showing of the movie some months ago. He is, without a doubt, the cutest, tiniest genius I have ever encountered. Tiny! But nevertheless, brilliant.
How is it that a rock musical about an East German tranny can hit a straight Jewtalian girl so hard? It's certainly not the full moon making me drip buckets of happy tears during "Wig in a Box" and "Wicked Little Town." It's not even the lack of sleep or all the upheaval making me sob like the dickens during "Midnite Radio" (what a song!). There is simply something wonderful, simple, and true about every single number. And the dialogue in between! And the look on that man's face as he lives through all of it. He directed it himself. I'm aware of Stephen Trask's mighty contribution to the force that is Hedwig, and that may be the biggest part of it for me - those incredible rock songs. Whatever it is, it's a relief to me that despite whatever the world throws out there, something as little and goofy as a movie musical can still get me good.
Mr. Whiteford and I are about due for another collaboration. I couldn't help thinking what a marvelous Hedwig he would make...
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