“If I knew, when I was growing up in Fresno, California, that I’d be on the stage singing with Patti LuPone someday, I tell you. I would’ve been a lot snottier to my teachers.”—Audra McDonald. (via starrrj)
“Rather than cancel the production, Smith-Sendak regrouped with her cast and reinstated the five lines to their corresponding characters. “The cast, as far as college students go with a vast range of experiences, were really consummate professionals. [They] made the adjustment and we had it in front of an audience Wednesday night. It’s been going well ever since,” she said.”—
This song gets me going. Which is appropriate for today, since I need a kick out of bed so I can go see Miss Ambiguous. Yes, I am still in bed on 1:15 on a Saturday, so what of it? And coffee, I need that too.
(Checking the train schedule Lisa!)
Rusted Root reminds me of high school, particularly my friend who had two VW microbuses and a SuperBeetle, all of which always smelled of patchouli, but who claimed not to be a hippie.
Similarly, Rusted Root reminds me of college, and the hordes of Trust-a-farians, as we called them, who drove BMWs and had salon-made dreadlocks and enough money to buy really good pot and all the craft beer they could drink.
This really DOES define Skidmore College, 2001-2003. In addition to the Trust-a-farians, it brings to mind sitting in dorm rooms and watching the visualizations on the last non-flat screen monitors the world will ever know.
“I Must Be Dreaming” performed by Cy Walter and Stan Freeman in 1948. One of the earliest professional recordings of a Sondheim song. The song is from All That Glitters, one of the shows Sondheim wrote in response to his charge from Oscar Hammerstein II.
possibly prophetic timing, for something I will keep under my hat for the time being.
…for free theater. So far this week I have seen (for free):
HIGH, a simply okay play about an alchaholic nun with an attitude (played by Kathleen Turner) and the (hot and, at one point, naked) drug addict she counsels.
CAPRICCIO, a strange, meta-opera that spent a lot of time pontificating on what was more important Words, or Music. Not a particularly thrilling debate, but I enjoyed seeing an unconventional piece, and enjoyed it even more as people started to leave with increasing regularity. (If you are interested, it will be broadcast “Live in HD" on the 23rd). It ended with an epic aria (I believe I am using that word properly) not only sung by Renee Flemming, but acted superbly and naturalistically (which I was not aware was possible with opera). Here is Ms Fleming singing said aria
This afternoon I will see MISS ABIGAILS GUIDE TO DATING. On Wednesday I am seeing SISTER ACT, and I just got an invite to see Stephen Schwartz’s new Opera. I don’t know how to account for this abundance of riches (other than the fact that it;s the spring and EVERYTHING is opening thus Bway shows need to have fun houses for press and everyone else needs to compete with the sudden onslaught of new Bway choices), but I am certainly not complaining. Not. A. Bit.
Alan L. Hart (October 4, 1890 - July 4, 1962) was an American physician, radiologist, tuberculosis researcher, writer and novelist. He was in 1917-18 one of the first female to male (FTM) transsexuals to undergo hysterectomy and gonadectomy in the United States. He pioneered the use of x-ray photography in tuberculosis detection, and helped implement TB screening programs that saved thousands of lives.
I dug this out and gave a listen because i received the following message from Michael, my best friend and Lead of Tonal Recall, our barbershop quartet in high school:
You freaking killed the bass line from minute 2:00 to the end in that song. Like in a good way of course! I had never really listed that well before, but you like kicked it in gear at the end of the song and I actually made an audible sound of joy sitting here alone in my apartment when I heard you sing that line (I know, weird)
Julia played the lead role in Evita at Sacramento Music Circus from August 12 - 17, 2008. We’re going to showcase a few key moments from that production. First up is Buenos Aires, also featuring Eric Kunze as Che.
Just listen to her “Be” on “Be a part of B.A.”. This is why I follow a Julia Murney blog. That and the homosexuality.
Guys. GUYS. I just made a homemade squash soup in about the same ammount of time (and same amount of effort) it would cost to open one of those Trader Joe’s pre-made soup box things. For a little over a dollar. Perhaps you weren’t aware (I wasn’t), that, even in ghetto-ass “ProCro”, you can get a brick of frozen pureed squash in the frozen vegetables section. It looks like this:
I actually got the generic brand, which was $0.40 cheaper. Yes, this product is so prevalent there is a generic brand. Once you have this, all you need is about 1.5 cups of liquid (I used the rest of my homemade chicken stock—still bragging—but vegetable stock, bouillon, or even water would work) and a stove. Put both the liquid and the brick of squash in a pot, cover, and turn the head on medium low. Throw in some spices—some salt, some cumin, some brown sugar, some chili powder/cayenne if you like some spice—and wait for everything to be hot and nothing to be frozen. Uncover and simmer if you want it less runny. Add more liquid if you want it runnier. BAM! Soup is done. It yields 1 large—filling—bowl of soup, but I feel like 2 bricks of squash would probably serve 3. The possibility for variation is almost mind-numbingly exciting.