nickdouglas asked: "Posted from five miles from that site"? You mean you're EXACTLY ON THAT SITE! CWABS DID THE ARSON WAKE UP SHEEPLE
I TOTALLY have an airtight alibi! At the time of the arson, I was dressed as Hitler in a choir robe, trying to ad-lib bits about “restoring honor to America” and “turning the country back to Jesus.”
Okay, maybe that isn’t such a good alibi. In any case, the guy with the elephant trunk can totally vouch for me.
You are America—a string of poor life choices, coupled with a steadfast refusal to change a damn thing about them if it means getting inconvenienced in the least.
Yesterday marked closing night for The Imaginary Invalid, and the end of the first week of rehearsals for Jekyll & Hyde. I recorded a bit of Hyde’s big Act I song, just to show off our chorus at work.
A few notes:
Also, my computer’s only starting up in safe mode at the moment (stupid video card). Can someone tell me if the thing actually plays?
The last show means it’s the last time I’ll wear my clown nose, thigh highs, and Hitler mustache.
On stage, anyway.
Went to the Chihuly Nights exhibit at Cheekwood. Everyone there was taking pictures of the sculpture instead of appreciating it for its artistic value.
Including me, apparently.
Hey look! I get one scene off in a two and a half hour show!
For the first time ever, my blood donation involved actual pain—the nurse couldn’t find a vein, and dug around inside my arm with an iodine-smeared needle until she got it, while my hand turned purple from the blood pressure cuff.
You’d think afterwards the cookies would be extra delicious, but they tasted like soreness and bruising. I hope the victim of a polar bear mauling slated to receive my blood appreciates it.
Yup, Scrabble’s excited about tits.
The Nashville Scene’s take is decidedly mixed (it’s the second review on the page), but Broadway World is almost effusive in its praise.
At six this morning, I got an email that read (in part) as follows:
Thank you for participating in auditions for Circle Players’ “Jekyll and Hyde, the Musical.”
You will be notified by email OR phone within 24 hours regarding the casting decisions of the director and production team.
At eight this morning my phone chimed and I looked down to see that I’d missed a call, which Google Voice transcribed as follows:
Yeah. Randal, this is Denmark Director Jeff, I give me a call at 473485, I’d appreciate it. I am in and out of meetings all day so I catch my voicemail, and I’ll return your call as soon as possible in my car right now, so I’ll be in my car for about a half an hour or so. Robin work. So gimme a call back. Thanks.
One thing about auditioning for shows—the bigger your part is (as a rule) the sooner you know whether you’ve been cast. If you reject the offer, the production team can choose someone else from the auditionees to play that part. Getting a phone call at 8am the day after auditions, a mere two hours after the notification email, was a positive sign.
Needless to say, I dashed off to somewhere where I actually got a cell signal and called back immediately—
—and all those years of developing a winning scowl have finally paid off as I’ll be playing the title character in October. Exclamation point.
