A couple of the best ideas I've ever had.
May. 25th, 2011 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirthGood idea the first:
I don't know whether you've noticed, but I have a the internet makes me happy tag. I just spent some time reviewing it because I knew I'd linked to a video by Michael Esper in the past, and I continue to have hearts in my eyes. More on that later. (The original seems to be off Liberty Mutual's website, but YouTube provides! the responsibility project video by Michael Esper).
Anyway, the internet has in fact made me happy, and next time I'm in a grumpy mood, I hope I remember that I have a handy archive of cheering things.
Also, while I'm on the subject, vid rec, viakate: Billy Elliot - Fascination. Awesome movie, fantastic vid, catchiest song ever. On one of the videos of the actual band, there is a comment that the song makes "Walkin on Sunshine" sound goth.
Good idea the second:
I just typed that bohemoth title from memory. Woot. Side note - in Kushner's bio on the Signature Theater Company's webpage for The Illusion, it refers to this play as iHo. That is my favorite abbreviation, and I hope he made that up himself.
And now: back on topic! Sort of!
Yesterday, Broadway.com posted what I am going to call an essay, rather than an article or a blog, by Michael Esper: From Intelligent Homosexual's Guide to American Idiot and Back, Michael Esper Reflects on an Exhilarating Year. I may have to circle back another day and type out the fan letter I am never going to send him.
I've been meaning to go see the show since I first heard about it, and time has been tick-ticking through its run, and I kept not going, because it's in the city, and it's long, and at a theater I hadn't been to yet, and I had sort of visions of getting lost in the city after midnight, even though it's literally a stone's throw from a subway station that goes direct to Times Square. Or at least I had visions of getting very little sleep the night after. Don't judge.
Anyway, this essay reminded me of everything I love about Michael Esper, and I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer to see him perform again. The next two hours or so were an exercise in mild panic, as I called the theater about tickets only once I was sure I could make the train, as I was going to the station, and then the train was slow, and then my phone stopped working (not because of the tunnels, just because) and I had to get on the 6 downtown with the vague memory that I wanted to get off at Astor, and hope that I my memory was correct, and that I could find the theater from there.
Finally made it to the theater, and in what I am choosing to interpret as a cosmic reward for my effort, they reseated the whole back row (which I was in) to the middle of the house to fill in the gaps in the audience. So, that was awesome.
Also awesome? This play. I sort of want to talk about it, but only with people who've seen it, because I don't want to lessen anyone's joy in discovering it. However, I don't know anyone who's seen it, so I will perhaps have Things to say at a later date.
I am sure - noting my entire lack of qualification to say this - that there are plays out there that can be properly appreciated in text, at least with the proper imagination. This is not one of them. I'm not even sure how you'd put it on the page to be consumed as text. It's a family, and it's cacophonous and messy, and I am going to be very sad if it doesn't reach a wider audience than a couple of short months off-Broadway.
(it's Kushner, so I have no doubt that people will want to produce it elsewhere, or that there may already be plans to do so, but shit happens.)
Anyway, Michael Esper, oh my god. Everyone in the show, oh my god, actually. I can't even pick out anyone who was particularly good or bad, because I was so wowed by the whole thing.
I don't know whether you've noticed, but I have a the internet makes me happy tag. I just spent some time reviewing it because I knew I'd linked to a video by Michael Esper in the past, and I continue to have hearts in my eyes. More on that later. (The original seems to be off Liberty Mutual's website, but YouTube provides! the responsibility project video by Michael Esper).
Anyway, the internet has in fact made me happy, and next time I'm in a grumpy mood, I hope I remember that I have a handy archive of cheering things.
Also, while I'm on the subject, vid rec, via
kate: Billy Elliot - Fascination. Awesome movie, fantastic vid, catchiest song ever. On one of the videos of the actual band, there is a comment that the song makes "Walkin on Sunshine" sound goth.Good idea the second:
I just typed that bohemoth title from memory. Woot. Side note - in Kushner's bio on the Signature Theater Company's webpage for The Illusion, it refers to this play as iHo. That is my favorite abbreviation, and I hope he made that up himself.
And now: back on topic! Sort of!
Yesterday, Broadway.com posted what I am going to call an essay, rather than an article or a blog, by Michael Esper: From Intelligent Homosexual's Guide to American Idiot and Back, Michael Esper Reflects on an Exhilarating Year. I may have to circle back another day and type out the fan letter I am never going to send him.
I've been meaning to go see the show since I first heard about it, and time has been tick-ticking through its run, and I kept not going, because it's in the city, and it's long, and at a theater I hadn't been to yet, and I had sort of visions of getting lost in the city after midnight, even though it's literally a stone's throw from a subway station that goes direct to Times Square. Or at least I had visions of getting very little sleep the night after. Don't judge.
Anyway, this essay reminded me of everything I love about Michael Esper, and I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer to see him perform again. The next two hours or so were an exercise in mild panic, as I called the theater about tickets only once I was sure I could make the train, as I was going to the station, and then the train was slow, and then my phone stopped working (not because of the tunnels, just because) and I had to get on the 6 downtown with the vague memory that I wanted to get off at Astor, and hope that I my memory was correct, and that I could find the theater from there.
Finally made it to the theater, and in what I am choosing to interpret as a cosmic reward for my effort, they reseated the whole back row (which I was in) to the middle of the house to fill in the gaps in the audience. So, that was awesome.
Also awesome? This play. I sort of want to talk about it, but only with people who've seen it, because I don't want to lessen anyone's joy in discovering it. However, I don't know anyone who's seen it, so I will perhaps have Things to say at a later date.
I am sure - noting my entire lack of qualification to say this - that there are plays out there that can be properly appreciated in text, at least with the proper imagination. This is not one of them. I'm not even sure how you'd put it on the page to be consumed as text. It's a family, and it's cacophonous and messy, and I am going to be very sad if it doesn't reach a wider audience than a couple of short months off-Broadway.
(it's Kushner, so I have no doubt that people will want to produce it elsewhere, or that there may already be plans to do so, but shit happens.)
Anyway, Michael Esper, oh my god. Everyone in the show, oh my god, actually. I can't even pick out anyone who was particularly good or bad, because I was so wowed by the whole thing.
