I went and saw Too Much Light last night. Highlights included a girl saying to another audience member “You jackass, this tastes like cat litter,” whilst trying to eat a bowl of “Disney’s Princess” cereal. The best play, however, was “Star Crossed Sweepers,” wherein two of those new little robot vacuums tried to find each other across a crowded stage. I nearly hyperventilated.
I bought a two track cd of the musical “Wicked.” I’ve learned from this disc that buying the entire thing would have been a giant mistake. Yet, I’ve also become strangely obsessed with one of the tracks. I kind of have to fast forward thru part of the track because it makes me want to put my fist through the stereo, but Idina Menzel’s voice just keeps drawing me in. The notes this woman can belt are in the upper ranges of my falsetto. And every single tone is a bell - it’s just stunning. The rest of the bits though sound like some early 90s horrible light rock crapola. Turns out, it’s by the same guy that wrote Pocahontas. Aside from the positive choice of casting Idina instead of Vanessa Williams, not much has changed or improved.
I’m currently slogging thru this Bill Bryson book about the history of the English language in America. It’s funny and has really interesting little factoids, but I think this is seriously the longest I’ve ever spent on a book in my life. I’ve had to renew it from the library twice. But I’m bloody well determined now. Also about 100 pages of the book randomly fell out of it one day. Hope that’s not a sign.