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As for stuff I've been in, it hasn't been much, but it's been fucking great: Sweeney Todd: I sang in the chorus, and it was utterly rewarding musically. I hadn't come as far along in my acting, so it wasn't as rewarding as far as that goes, but, hey, how can it NOT be fun when you're in a semi-straitjacket, you're on the procenium arch, and you're up a girl's skirt headfirst. Oh, and the whistle blows at the end of one of the segments of "City on Fire," and she pulls it. I had some friends in the audience who said "Oh my God, that was so wrong." Parade: Again, chorus member, but this was just as rewarding musically and acting-wise. With occasional steps into that scary place I know as "method," and some of the most challenging music I've ever had to sing (and most earworm-ish, that stuff's STILL stuck in my head.) Anything that has me as a Southern preacher who gets to do horribly racist stuff like dance around a jewish couple and laugh at the top of my damn lungs? Sweet. Also, great way for me to practice telling horribly fucked-up jokes while keeping a straight face, so the audience wouldn't KNOW I was being fucked-up. Love it. Most amazing jew boots It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
There's nowhere I can't reach. It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Touring Lion King is the total suck.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Meh, most Disney-on-Broadway sucks. You know what they NEED to do?
Bring over fucking Hunchback from Europe. I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Falco meets Amadeus was interesting for a non-German speaker, to say the least. I recognized the music, and the fact that some characters spoke half in English and half in German made following it a little easier; also, I learned that if you take a hit of a ginormous crack rock and overdose, you get to go to heaven and see Jeannie again.
Oh, and repeating something I mentioned in the Mix Disc thread: We also need a stage version of Newsies. Either that or don't stop the people who really WANT to do it. I was speaking idiomatically. It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |