Only on a Wednesday (I really gotta cut this shit out; I'm starting to sound like a reverse of Garfield's lame Monday obsession).
This glorious day began with a hearty (vegetarian, still) breakfast with my roommate. The matinee I picked this week was "Passing Strange," a musical that got it's start at the Public Theater and was such a hit that it moved to Broadway. And THANK GOD, because it might be my new favorite musical currently running.
First, it had a concept that, while not shouting "oh my god come see this musical RIGHTNOWGODOIT," I found intriguing. It's a pretty simple plot as a whole-- a boy ventures far from home in the all-too-relatable search for "the real." Marsha Norman said it best last week when I snuck into her playwriting class: "Write a good story about the search for home [identity/understanding/love], and you've got GOLD on your hands." I personally stick to the credo: "Write a good story about learning important life lessons from pharmaceutical experiences, and you've got GOLD on your hands."
I honestly can't say that I remember being so simultaneously intellectually and emotionally stimulated by a musical. The narrator, a rockstar named Stew, might be a total genius. Nay, IS a total genius. The music was exuberant and the lyrics were brilliant. I realized partway through that I couldn't just buy the soundtrack. I have got to see this musical again. And I need to start a grassroots campaign to keep it on Broadway long enough for everyone I know to see it too.
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Well, OK! When are we supposed to visit next? Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make sure that it runs until then. (This communication is to be destroyed once you have read it.) Love you.
hi. update the hell out of this.
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