Good morning, all! I dreamed that a whole group of friends from the Kern-Herbert project and I went to a horror film and this dream became intertwined with a dream about a group of 1917 Kern musicals I was touring with as the musical supervisor. I remember little now of this megillah: talking on the phone to Sargent Aborn of Tams-Witmark about the production, riding in a car to the horror film and going to the balcony to look for better seats, talking to a young lady at the box office who was seeing the shows when the tour got to Egypt or wherever, trying to wash my hair with a shampoo that would lighten it because there was no other in the bathroom and wonderng why a friend had left it behind, and waking up because of mass murder in the theatre. Oy.
I suppose it was last night's PSYCH that brought this on; it certainly wasn't the bio I'm currently reading.
I have a Finale lesson at 11 and this evening, dinner and a visit with DR Ben.
TOD: I Will Survive, It's Raining Men, One Night Only