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Show Business
Oct. 3rd, 2007 11:59 amMe and TheAmazingJB went to see Wicked, it was big fun Broadway stuff, but not super-duper amazing. The main character witch Elphaba didn’t really have the chops to carry the solo pieces, and the stage direction wasn’t helping either. But Glinda the Good was fantastic, her manic psychoses were endearing without being annoying, I think she had more depth than the Wicked Witch, and a more distinctive voice as well. The best part of the show was the story, how it rewrites and turns everything we know on it’s magical OZ head, really wanting to read the book now.
Saw Man of La Mancha with Couplingchaos at the Lyric Stage, with this tiny theatre in Back Bay that doesn’t give much room for the production but by the same token you’re able to hear everything un-mic’d and the intimacy of being that close to the performers gives a power and immediacy to everything. But I’m such a sucker for Man of Lad Mancha anyways, it didn’t really matter. Man of La Mancha was one of the first musicals I ever saw as an adult, my college put it on in this tiny little classroom stage and I was totally blown away by the power of it, the passion and the ideas that fired every neuron in my brain, and from that night forward I think an inordinate portion of my world perspective has been owned and operated by the ideas of hope and dreams and beauty and honor and doing the right thing and fighting the good fight no matter how unlikely the chances of winning. People have told me I’m unrealistic and idealistic in my outlook about my friends and people in general, maybe I am, maybe it’s a kind of insanity, but I’ve only ever once seen real ugliness and betrayal and even tho some of my friends are unsurprised saying hey people do that all the time I think me in my insanity cannot accept the banality and mundanity of the ugly, I’m continually shocked and unbelieving because to find ugly behavior acceptable is to let the ugliness win. Funny, the ideas that grab you at a young age and possess you evermore. And so I go on fighting and loving and living and singing and dreaming.
And I realize the odd dichotomy between two of the things I hold the most important in my life – the Truth and the Dreaming. I’m always trying to find more truth, believing only what I see and experience with my own eyes end ears, always questioning what I know and what I think is true against any new data or points of view I can find, because without Truth nothing else is worth it, not love not friendship not self, I can only do things truly, I can’t accept anything if I have to lie to get it. But isn’t my unnatural idealism and optimism in contradiction of always striving for the truth? Am I lying to myself in thinking that my friends will try to be excellent each other and by that same token be repulsed by ugly actions and attitudes? It’s this weird conflict, trying to live with things so powerful and possibly contradictory. I guess it’s my personal little insanity.
Saw Man of La Mancha with Couplingchaos at the Lyric Stage, with this tiny theatre in Back Bay that doesn’t give much room for the production but by the same token you’re able to hear everything un-mic’d and the intimacy of being that close to the performers gives a power and immediacy to everything. But I’m such a sucker for Man of Lad Mancha anyways, it didn’t really matter. Man of La Mancha was one of the first musicals I ever saw as an adult, my college put it on in this tiny little classroom stage and I was totally blown away by the power of it, the passion and the ideas that fired every neuron in my brain, and from that night forward I think an inordinate portion of my world perspective has been owned and operated by the ideas of hope and dreams and beauty and honor and doing the right thing and fighting the good fight no matter how unlikely the chances of winning. People have told me I’m unrealistic and idealistic in my outlook about my friends and people in general, maybe I am, maybe it’s a kind of insanity, but I’ve only ever once seen real ugliness and betrayal and even tho some of my friends are unsurprised saying hey people do that all the time I think me in my insanity cannot accept the banality and mundanity of the ugly, I’m continually shocked and unbelieving because to find ugly behavior acceptable is to let the ugliness win. Funny, the ideas that grab you at a young age and possess you evermore. And so I go on fighting and loving and living and singing and dreaming.
And I realize the odd dichotomy between two of the things I hold the most important in my life – the Truth and the Dreaming. I’m always trying to find more truth, believing only what I see and experience with my own eyes end ears, always questioning what I know and what I think is true against any new data or points of view I can find, because without Truth nothing else is worth it, not love not friendship not self, I can only do things truly, I can’t accept anything if I have to lie to get it. But isn’t my unnatural idealism and optimism in contradiction of always striving for the truth? Am I lying to myself in thinking that my friends will try to be excellent each other and by that same token be repulsed by ugly actions and attitudes? It’s this weird conflict, trying to live with things so powerful and possibly contradictory. I guess it’s my personal little insanity.
