Late afternoon sun. I spent the afternoon cleaning, doing laundry and other chores, all the while playing Ravel’s Bolero over and over again at very high volume. Don was out and about, so I didn’t have to worry about making him crazy. The recording (from 1980) that I found at the record shop was – is – really spectacular with the ending the best I’ve ever heard it done.
Sometimes I forget how great music and a sunny day can change my mood for the better. Yesterday was one of those days.
But today is rainy and gray and it looks like it will stay that way.
I just realized that I have no idea where my script for Anastasia is. It’s here, I know it is, but I moved it from the floor right by my desk to some other place, which, at the moment, is unknown. Since rehearsals start on Thursday, I have to find it, pronto.
I’m so looking forward to working on Anastasia again. It’s such a beautiful musical. Most of the original cast will return and it will be lovely to see everyone again. And it’s Broadway, for goodness sake, which makes me very happy. While I’ve worked in NYC a lot, the majority of productions I’ve worked on have been what is considered off-Broadway. I worked on a Broadway musical well over 12 years ago which starred Michael Crawford and was big and bold and a more than a bit misguided. It had a short run.
Anastasia, on the other hand, already has fans all over the world and it has a beautiful book, written by Terrence McNally, lyrics and music by Ahrens and Flaherty (who wrote the music for the animated movie and also wrote the musical Ragtime,) and a talented cast directed by Darko.
Looking at the rehearsal schedule and the days I will have to be there, I realized that the week I’m staying in NYC for dress rehearsals and previews will be the same week that Don leaves for California.
It’s all happening fairly quickly. Anastasia, Don leaving for California and Escape to Margaritaville, and then Heartbreak House at Hartford Stage.
And sometime in the midst of all of that, I have to find time to clean up the garden and plant seeds.
Feast or famine. I’m grateful for the feast.
A must read (at least for yours truly): from John Pavlovitz – his latest post.