Well, dear readers, we had a perfectly lively and sparkling chat last night with a lively and sparkling roomful of people. It was wild and wooly and also wooly and wild. One interesting factoid that came out was that Urban Cowboy played to 17% of capacity last week. That may well be some kind of attendance record and I don’t mean in a good way. I know they’re trying to hang on, hoping they will get a few Tony nominations, like A Class Act did, and we all know how their Tony nominations helped them. What a different world we live in, producer-wise. I guess it’s just the off-chance that if they get the nominations they can somehow eke out a month or two extra, lose some more money, and then tour. The thing is, it’s going to either get the nominations or it’s not, so keeping it open doesn’t really make a difference – that’s why Play On closed but still got nominations. That’s why Amour closed and will probably still get a nomination or two. It’s all rather baffling but this is the way it is in the New Broadway world.
But enough about that – we’ve got bigger what is it, fish to fry. We’ve got to put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, we’ve got to make with the heaping platters of cheese slices and ham chunks, we’ve got to dance the Hora or even the rhumba because we’ve got a birthday to celebrate. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we’ve got a birthday to celebrate and said birthday belongs to dear reader Sandra. Yes, Virginia, it’s not career day for Sandra, it’s birth day for Sandra and it’s time for us Hainsies/Kimlets to shout it to the highest hill and wish Sandra the happiest of birthdays. So, on the count of three: One, two, three – Now we shout it to the highest hill, Happy Birthday Sandra! We’ll be partying all the livelong day and night and everyone simply must take part in the merriment and mirth and laughter and legs, unless, of course, you are seeing Urban Cowboy.
It has been noted in these here notes that Miss Bernadette Peters has been struggling with Gypsy, voice-wise, and she has indeed missed last night’s performance. All these preview travails are interesting to me. Because my guess is that the show will open and get good reviews and that Miss Peters will fare very well with the critics. I could be wrong, but the cynic in me thinks I will be right.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because we’ve got to get this celebration going.
Last night, after supping with the delightful duo of Juliana A. Hansen and her mother Diane, I finished watching The Beatles Anthology. It’s quite an epic, close to nine hours long and it’s rather an amazing journey. It gets a bit arty at times, but most of it is very well done if not a little long. I still have the disc of extras to go through, but I think I’ll take a break before viewing them, and watch Gunfight at the OK Corral and Copper Canyon.
I’ve sent all the goods I’ll be selling at the Chiller convention, so that they’ll be waiting for me in New Jersey – as usual I will be traveling light. I can’t believe I’m leaving early Thursday morning, and yet I am leaving early Thursday morning so I may as well just believe it since it is true.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must attend to various and sundried things before leaving, I must go hither and thither and I must come back and party in honor of Sandra’s very own actual birthday. Today’s topic of discussion: I feel we can’t discuss this topic enough, so even though we’ve done it in certain ways before, let us do it again – what do we think of the New Broadway – where shows play to 17% of capacity yet remain open. What do we think of the trashing of these shows on certain boards – well, the way it works is this – first they trash, then when the show is dying everyone comes back and says, “Oh, we love that show, don’t let it die” and on it goes, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel in the windmills of their minds. Post away, my pretties, and I shall return in a while to take part in the festivities.