Tom of Oz: Scarlet Street and I have another idea, but it all depends on sales of the first CD. I have the feeling we'll do it, though. As for my own thing - I'm just not doing anything until I feel the timing is right. But, as I've written, I've got two albums I'd like to do and I've already compiled material for each - both of them multi-singer albums. I don't own the titles of my albums, even though, for the ones that were conceived by me I created them. Oh, well. I'm not at all sure there's another LIB to be done - I've gone through so much material and I was really stretching on LIBIV. But, of course there's been quite a few shows since then, all of which have had cut songs - so who knows.
I must admit to liking Jerry. I thought he was an interesting director, and I always found him funny when I was a kid. Rupert Holmes and I went to his first preview in Damn Yankees and we loved him (he wasn't shticking it up too much then). We went backstage and met him afterwards and he was wonderful.
Jrand: I'm really not a sports person at all. Don't like football, can tolerate baseball, hate hockey. I like watching ice skating. The only sports I do occasionally is bowl or play poker. I did used to play baseball in the early seventies with quite a star-studded team - Ricky Dreyfuss, Angela Cartwright and a bunch of other interesting young actors of the time.
Kerry: No. But I will bitch-slap Mr. MusicGuy for never even showing up yesterday. And I will further bitch-slap him for not having shown up in about three weeks. What gives?
Jay: You'll read about the type of audience that used to go to theater in Kritzer Time. I'm rather appalled by audiences today - I've seen men in shorts, I've seen people bringing food into the theater and worse eating it during the show (this, of course, is now the theater's fault, too, since they do like their concession money), I've heard people talking, and belching, and sucking their teeth, I've seen people making out, I've seen an elderly Jewish couple arguing so loudly that Timothy Hutton (in Prelude to a Kiss) finally turned to the audience and asked them to shut up), I've seen someone, despite the usual warnings) take a photo within the first five minutes of Tru (sitting in the first row - Mr. Morse stopped the performance and berated this person for five minutes, to much applause). I don't like kids doing that "woo-woo" stuff in musicals after numbers - they think they're at a rock concert or something.