Sunday, December 30, 2007

waxing poetic about 42nd Street. Never a good sign.

Here's a dumb cell phone picture I took during 42nd Street when I was running wardrobe this summer. I remember thinking what a stupid play it was. But recently I've begun to feel more kindly towards the accursed musical. It is, after all, a story about a young girl who gives up the security of home for the magic of the theater. And she gains a persnickety, loyal and annoying tap dancing family. And I like that she ends up single at the end, with what seems to me like two gay boyfriends. I'm feeling that, innocent, single theater girl in the big city vibe. I came home today humming "young and healthy" under my breath. Could be I've been running wardrobe for too long. I feel like I haven't seen natural light in ages. Joe Turner has come. And Gone.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

I'm not really a bad girl, I just do bad things.

Tallulah Bankhead once said "it's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time." I've been haunted by this quote everytime I try to write in any kind of blog. Tonight, slightly tipsy on whiskey after missing a quick change in tonight's show, I decided instead of going out to the lesbian bar that I would stay in with only the company of my dying computer. It's hard being lonely but it will make me better. And maybe I've proven my bad girl chops for the time being.