The last 20 minutes of my life...

This weekend's recent happenings just turned into the biggest snake of thoughts and video cravings.  If you'd like to spy on the goings on of my tired-Sunday-night-musical-theatre-deprived brain, follow along below.

11:44pm.

Apply a new red lipstick, for kicks.

Start off by thinking about Saturday night- a spur of the moment decision to go see the touring production of Chicago at the Wang (hahaha).  A fun night with friends, but a very tepid production featuring an awkwardly disappointing Christie Brinkley.  Find and read a review online, here,  that is very gracious to the production.

11:46pm.

Get sad about the lack of awesomely perfect musical theatre in my life, get nervous about upcoming theatre prospects, get more sad about the injustice done to Hot Honey Rag in the show last night, find favorite version of the number from FOSSE... watch here, jump to 3:30 if you're lazy.

Debate with Ariane about Fosse logistics, think about what I love about Fosse in general, pin it on some serious committed embodiment of movement by decent Fosse-performers.

11:49pm.

Think about current piece at the College, no it's not plot-based, but how do I get my dancers that aren't making a career of dance to discover embodiment of movement/character, even when not playing a defined role... Think think think. 

11:51pm. 

Get bored of thinking, find favorite Fosse stuff from Damn Yankees, Pajama Game, Kiss Me Kate (laugh about how many times they sing the names Harry and Dick back to back).... find Fosse DVD and fire it up while thinking that it's a better time to watch than to sleep.  

Fall in love with these musicals and numbers all over again... back to thinking about embodiment.  I take for granted I work with a few wonderful dancers in Luminarium that are beyond proficient in finding their character within the work and channeling the movement inside and out.  How to bring this to an amateur level... Moment of proudness for being picky in rehearsal tonight and attempting to coach theatrical moments and movement specifics out of the 8 college ladies I am working with.  I don't like spellings things out, way more into discovery, but...

11:57pm.

Serious commitment to silly roles.  Where else can we find it? Always with Gene!  Is it too late to watch both Fosse and Singing in the Rain?  Probably.  Time for youtube substitutes to get my Singing in the Rain and American in Paris fixes.  Urgh.  Silly 2012. We take ourselves and some of our movement too seriously, sometimes. 

11:59pm.

Have a laugh about the amount of pelvis in my own choreo.  Sneaky sneaky jazz... who needs labels/genres anyways? No time for Slaughter on 10th to catch some video evidence of crazy pelvis action.

Mental note.  I should return the box of Rogers/Astaire DVDs I borrowed from my mom.  Other mental note, who has my copy of Anchorman? Other-other mental note... WHY can't Movin' Out revive itself?  That show was way too short-lived. Third mental note, not really a note, more of a thought... why on earth can't my day job involve choreographing musicals?  How amazing would that be?  Day job = fun theatre candy, night job/real work = Luminarium.  Wowza.  That'd oddly similar to the days where I take a Ritalin and drink coffee and green juice all day and then go out for a cocktail with a friend. Woooooooooooo.  Maybe that would be bad for me.  Eh.

12:03am.

Moon some more over Gene Kelly (this is never confined to a specific amount of time), think about logistics of making a time machine and jumping in for Leslie Caron, here, so I can be serenaded.

12:06am.  

Have a GREAT idea to chronicle the last 20 minutes.  Write it all out.  Find myself in the present (12:25) having wasted another 20 minutes by doing this.  Still watching Fosse.  I'd really like an apple.