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Sing With Me If It's Just For Today...
If I should fall behind, Guyster, wait for me.
Topsy Turvy
Last night we had our first performance at the Friars Club and technically, it was a disaster. The cast is good, the songs are great but the book is weak. It needs a comedic dramaturge to come in, and slash and burn through 20-30 minutes of superfluous text. It also needs a punch writer to make it funnier. It is, after all, about a comedy club.

The Friars, for those who have never been, is a private club for old comics. Giant portraits of Milton Berle, Frank Sinatra, Martha Raye and Shecky Green adorn all available wall space. The smell of cigar smoke is overwhelming. The average age of the members is seventy. The club is twenty years older than Old School. The beige and old leather decor add an odd, and sometimes disorienting, atmosphere. The carpet is as dizzy as a Vegas casino.

I got home last night at 12:30am which is way past Bob's and my bedtime. He was anxiously waiting by the door, beyond happy to see me, and he immediately went into the bedroom and assumed his position. We cuddled and watched "American Idol" (so far I love Kimberly and the big black guy in the funny suit), then "The Shield" and finally, as our lullaby, "Murder, She Said" with Margaret Rutherford.

But it is good to be out of the house, around other people and feeling functional. Nice.

Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: Timing Is Everything - FUNNY BUSINESS

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lapalomita From: lapalomita Date: February 5th, 2003 11:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow! It must be so exciting to be a part of all of that history! You go boy.
fabulist From: fabulist Date: February 5th, 2003 01:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd invoke the bad rehearsal=good performance rule, except I don't know if it's valid in this case.

Wish we had a decent producer running the show here for this gig I've got coming up in mid-feb (as tech guru/show spackle guy)--the venue's been dumping tech people we've been working with since august, bringing in strange new techs two weeks ahead of time, and otherwise working their butts off to make the talent flip out uncontrollably.

And they wonder why I prefer to work alone...
ruralrob From: ruralrob Date: February 6th, 2003 11:53 am (UTC) (Link)

Greetings from the Great White North

Howdee. I came across your journal (well not literally, although it's pretty exciting stuff). Anyway, we've got some LJ friends in common - I also have a black lab that looks a lot like your Bob. Nice!

I've taken the liberty of adding you to my friends list. Please feel free to do the same if you can stand the pure andrenalin rush of reading about life in the not-so-fast line in Warkworth, Ontario (pop. 700 and falling).. ... Cheers. R.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: February 6th, 2003 12:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Greetings from the Great White North

Anyone who has a Bob-likeness in their life is a friend to me : )

Hop on board! It ain't always a smooth ride but I look forward to getting to know you, um, your journal.
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