Good morning, all! When the alarm went off, I was having a peculiar dream in which I was working on a project that seemed to be in the same offices as a snooty advertising firm, with all the men in expensive suits. I remember that I ran a lot of workers out of my work space, telling my colleagues, "I'll get hell for doing that, I'll pay for that later." And thenm we were all gettng dressed in suits for a wedding or some event, and my friend Doug Reside from the NYPL had brought me a clean shirt, and Patty, my boss from Barnes & Noble, was there, along with the Philadelphia millionaire who produced the Herbert recordings. I remember having a conversation with him about a phone call I had made to him. I don't know what's going on in my subconscious, but it's quite colorful.
Today, back to another rehearsal at 10. After yesterday's, I am rather encouraged by the whole shebang, and I think the singers are quite good. I wish we actually ad a couple of older actresses like Cass Morgan or Deborah Monk to lend some gravitas to the whole shebang. We've got one wonderful singer who's leading the "West Virginia Mine Disaster" but she's not good at holding onyo the alto part when she's singing in the ensemble. Everyone plays an instrument, so I'm expecting it to get rowdy very shortly.
Our TOD was Woody Allen? MANHATTAN was the first film I saw when I moved to NYC, and I think it and HANNAH AND HER SISTERS are my favorites. I now think Mr Allen is an old shit and care very little for him or his behavior.
