The show was endless at 1:45 but, then again, most musical comedies are for me. The good news about the show are the songs. They are catchy and cool and funny, and probably the best original music for a musical I've heard since "Little Shop Of Horrors." There was none of the awful talking/tuneless singing that is so painful ("Rent"). The melodies were memorable and the lyrics were actually clever. The bad news is the book is over-written and not funny enough to be called comedy. It needs a doctor. Badly.
I got home late last night, apologized to Bob for being so late. After initially giving me knee-jerk kisses and hugs, he remembered he was mad at my late arrival and plopped at the foot of the bed, not even looking at me. It took a lot of coaxing and some physical maneuvering to get him up in my arms and cuddled so we could watch TV properly.
Today started off great. The actual money offer hadn't come in yet but was considered a formality. I had a really nice casual lunch with a very talented writer I had never met. His conversation was as good as his writing so lunch was fun.
Then, on my way home, I got a call saying the venue in which the show was playing had been padlocked. Closed. End of story. So the current producers are scrambling to find another theater space and I am scrambling to readjust my thoughts of that money not coming in. They may find a space soon. The closed club may open with new ownership. A lot of mays. I like definites.
I did receive another offer to go to NYC for the Grammys to produce a radio show in a studio across the street from Radio City Music Hall and also have a reporter on the red carpet. That's a fun one-shot, and it will give me a chance to hit up some NYC-based decision makers for a gig in their LA offices. I especially like that since I will be there on someone else's dime.
Up and down. Back and forth. I feel like the heavy kid is on the other side of the see-saw cause my legs are swinging akimbo in the air trying to touch the ground.