I think folks here have seen it -- so you can find out!
Also: I almost titled the post "Trail of Tears for Fears" but kind of hesitated and now kind of regret it, even if it doesn't really make a lot of sense.
4: Don't you have an unusually expansive definition of what is awesome? (Though, admittedly, a friend just posted a bunch of photos from Burning Man, and they look super rad.)
Dude, it's Sifu. His word is, like, gospel.
(I've also heard elsewhere that it's great.)
5: Blume thought it was awesome, too, if I recall. Surely you will trust her?
(Though, admittedly, a friend just posted a bunch of photos from Burning Man, and they look super rad.)
I could see not liking Burning Man for plenty of reasons (too much dust; too much drugs; too many of [ whatever ] kind of people you don't like; too much loud music all the time) but it failing to be awesome is not one of them.
"Too much drugs" is an interesting construction in many ways which I will not enumerate, and no ways which I will enumerate.
There is a former commenter here who really hated it, because (from what I gathered, and this is a tendentious enough summary that it'll probably act as an efficient bat-signal) it was insufficiently Sondheim-like, but yes, I thought it was fantastic. I never thought I'd laugh so hard at Martin van Buren almost choking on a Twinkie.
Blume also loved it, I think.
I will probably always be sad to have missed this troupe's first musical Boozy, which tells the all-singing, all-dancing story of Robert Moses, Jane Jacobs, and the ghost of Le Corbusier. Ask Blume about that one, boy.
Ask Blume about that one, boy.
I know I'm a bit younger than you, but calling me "boy" is still pretty condescending, Sifu.
11: I saw it, and you should be.
You know, it wouldn't take much to change the title of this post to "Pail of Pears", and wouldn't that be lovely!
See, I managed to read 10 to mean that someone showed up at Burning Man expecting it to be like Sondheim. Which would be exciting, but I'm not sure how it would work.
I saw Boozy but it was my first year in New York when most of my concentration was taken up by questioning major life decisions, and I don't remember it well.
You couldn't handle the truth!
A good friend of mine is in this show! If I ever get to NYC again in the near future I'm hoping to get to see it. I did get to see him rocking out on Jimmy Fallon's show, which is cool.
|| I gotta bridge to sell you (po polsku)
A bunch of Italian con men sold some the Rome police headquarters to a businessman. They posed as agents for corrupt government officials who would arrange for the property to be sold off in a rigged auction. >|
Hey, teraz, I had a question for you. Could you email me? stanleysparks AT the google mail service we all know and love.
this troupe's first musical Boozy
I believe their Scientology Christmas pageant one was earlier.
I also just saw Fraulein Maria (which apparently originally played at Joe's Pub, which is right by where we saw BBAJ) tonight. Charming dance silliness to the soundtrack from The Sound of Music. I would never have thought of it myself, but yes, stepping is somehow quite an appropriate dance to do to the lonely goatherd song.
A good friend of mine is in this show!
My cousin is dating the Mrs. Andrew Jackson from the L.A. cast!
the all-singing, all-dancing story of Robert Moses, Jane Jacobs, and the ghost of Le Corbusier. Ask Blume about that one, boy.
They had me at the Einstein on the Beach sendup in the very first number. God do I ever hate Robert Wilson.
If you hate one Robert Wilson, there are plenty of others to choose from.
His father's cousin, presumably.
18: Major Life Decisions (Ret.)
When Sir Kraab and I moved back in March, we used these wardrobe boxes from UHaul (the kind where a metal bar fits across the top of the cardboard box and you can just hang the contents of your closet right in there). They came in tall and short sizes. The short ones had "Shorty Wardrobe" printed on the side.
We decided that Shorty Wardrobe was a famous hustler and man about town, well known for his sartorial excellence. Since then we've been telling others about him and picking up other characters gleaned from signs and the like. Private Ministorage is one such, and on her trip to Austin Thorn discovered Sunny Wigs. A friend's recent mysterious lump that thankfully turned out to be benign yielded Fatty Mass (a struggling DJ).
Major Life Decisions sounds like a good addition to the cast.
32: I have a baseball player like that named Curt Rebuff.
My college art museum had a Friends of Art Fund.
32: I'm just about to order some Super Corona Dope. It's named after the superhero pothead with a taste for Mexican beer. His powers are only activated when he's both drunk and high.
That reminds me. Steve Biko's pen name was Frank Talk.
Also, back in the late 50s/early 60s, my dad was in the army. I think he made it up to captain, but would sometimes on the phone impersonate someone he called Colonel Matt Weaver.
This must be the right thread for posting a link to this new opera.
I forget which college campus it was but I saw a sign that had four different arrows on it showing where various people were to be found.
Their names were something like "Walter Library", "Craig Building", "Keith Building" and "Allen Auditorium".
40: That reminds me that in undergrad my freshman year, my roommate was looking over my shoulder as I was reading the local alternative paper. He thought the following ad looking for medical test subjects
do you have
ASTHMA
and
WHEEZE AROUND CATS?
was for a band. To this day we still talk about seeing Asthma and the Wheeze Around Cats before they were signed and made it big.
Well I'll be damned, ol' Walter Library has his own twitter feed.
A funny name for a Spanish-speaking civil engineer: Armando Puentes.
Also, in London I remember seeing signs saying "Bill Posters Will Be Prosecuted" and graffiti next to them saying "Bill Posters is innocent!"
Along similar lines, there's a pub in Edinburgh in the basement of a building and the stairs down to it are kind of steep and the door isn't particularly tall, so if you're tallish you can bump your head on the top of the doorframe pretty easily if you're not paying attention. The proprietors had a sign there stating "Mind Your Head" and someone scrawled next to it "No! Follow Your Heart!" Those Brits are such wiseacres.
It's not quite following the same principles, but my favorite store name around here is Miscell/ane/ous Rodriguez.
This is reminding me of my father's hypothetical cats, Ceremony and Nostalgic. They only exist so he can ask people not to stand on Ceremony ("Mrowl!") and not to wax Nostalgic ("Yrrrrowl!!!").
Or not to go fucking Nuts ("Miaowww!").
I'd forgotten Umbrage, who doesn't like being taken. ("Hsssss!")
The members of TLC shared a cat in college, but they lived in a neighborhood beset with cat-chasing dogs. So concerned were the young women about the dogs, that they once penned a song admonishing the dogs. Oh, how they cherished poor little Waterfalls.
Or Three-Second Rule, who reacts poorly to being violated.
I'm leaving NYC on Monday feeling culturally under quota, although I fit in one play, a Moth mainstage, shows of Gerhard Richter's drawings, Yoshitomo Nara's everything, and burleque cabaret involving a hate-monkey dancing on point. Shoulda gone for BBAJ.
christ, I do really boring stuff in nyc.
57: that's better as doing really boring stuff and not even in NYC.