So, I've been struggling for the past few weeks, as my life gets busier (thank the sweet heavens)and a little further off a "scheduled" schedule, about posting to the blog at the same time every day five days a week.
My life isn't like that anymore, sometimes I'm on the computer for an hour a day, or not at all, or for five hours...so, I'm not going to tie myself down to "you have to post every day at 1PM" it's unrealistic and I'm learning to live life in a less unplanned way. Pressure off!
I saw A Chorus Line last night at the Ford Theater downtown.
Chorus Line was the first "real" show I ever saw. I grew up on children's theater and community theater and maybe a first rate show at the high-school. But when I was about maybe 10 or 11 or so my mom took me out of school for the afternoon, took me to lunch in the city and took me to see A Chorus Line.
The curtains open, I'm sitting in this big beautiful theater, a burdgeoning theater geek and the lights come on and it seemed like there were 100 people on stage. A Chorus Line is a musical for theater people. It was very meta for it's time, very everything for it's time, swearing and coolness and all that. And I remember just crying then, at the music, the people, the way their bodies movied, how excellent they were and how funny they were.
I've loved Chorus Line ever since and grew up with friends who loved it as much as I do. the night of bachelorette party my friends from high school sat on Sabrina's porch at 4AM and sang every line...
I have songs from Chorus Line on my ipod. I reference it all the time, I wanted to walk down the aisle to "One Singular Sensation," John wouldn't allow it. Humbug.
But I haven't actually seen it (except the movie and a highschool production) since I saw it with my mom.
And...last night was...okay. It was not a great production, not by any means. I'm not sure it's even possible to screw up A Chorus Line, I mean, for petes sakes. But my friend and I had an awesome time, singing, remembering, the people around me all seemed to know it and hum a few bars here and there.
It's a seminole piece, A Chorus Line. And even though it didn't have the impact it did when I was young (how could it?) the joy is still there.