Valley of the Trolley Dollies

You have gotta love the people who work in my (s)industry. Scumbags? Perhaps. But with names like La Shondra Hatter, Donte Jarvis, Cecil Baptiste (who dubiously also goes under the name of John Lattori), and Willis “call me Bill” White III, this feels more like an epsiode of the Sopranos than anything I’ve witnessed on T.V. Check it out at The Boiler Room…

Welcome to Wednesday, which will, depending on how your week’s going, be either the Apex or the Naidr.

And my week is going wonderfulyl, thanks for asking…

So yesterdays post, filled as it was with the sort of rambling pointless “What I did on my day off” stuff that I normally drop blogs for (I mean, thank-you notes and trips to the post office? It’s hardly Hemmingway!) was a new low for this still young blog. My apologies. Normal service will (one hopes) be resumed shortly.

That said, last night, as I tidied away wedding gifts, folded laundry and eyed up my scarily overstuffed wardrobe with a mixture of determination and dread, I was listening to the new London Cast Recording of Sondheims “Sunday in the Park With George”. Which the official site scandalously refers to as the ‘Soundtrack’. Now repeat after me, children: ‘Movies have soundtracks. TV Shows have soundtracks. But if live theatre has a soundtrack, something’s gone wrong.’ (Did I mention I don’t date girls very often? What, you could tell? Strange…)

Anyways, the first act has always left me a little cold (like George, if you know the piece) but the second act… 

I never got to the wardrobe. I need to decide which shirts will not be returning next summer, and will instead be appearing in a charity shop in Crawley. Strange how even the disposal of surplus clothing turns into a reality TV show; perhaps I should set up a phone or text vote to see if we should evict the Yellow Check one, or the Blue Hawaiiian or the Green Linen from Hong Kong?

By the end of the second act, I was a little teary. The weekends non-specific ‘Blues’ had evaporated, to be replaced by a wonderful ‘Ain’t it great to be right here, right now’ feeling. Lots of great stuff in the second act. Lots of great music, and lots of great words. And this is todays theme tune:

You would have liked her

Mama did Things

No one had done.

Mama was funny

Mama was fun;

Mama spent Money

When she had none.

Mama said, “Honey,

Mustn’t be Blue.

It’s not so much do what you like

As it is that you like what you do.”

Mama said “Darling,

Don’t make such a Drama

A little less thinking,         

A little more feeling-”

I’m just quoting Mama.