Aren’t we funny creatures? Change. Heh. The times, they are a changin’. A change will do you good. I’ve got to change my evil ways, baby. Time may change me, but I can’t trace time (I’ve never figured out what that meant – I think Bowie wrote it that way just to confuse folks). I thought I was dealing really well with the time change on Dinner Theatre (we moved it from March to November), but I think it’s taking a toll on me in the “unknown” department.
I know, I know. “Isn’t a 7-week rehearsal schedule a 7-week rehearsal schedule?” Yes, and no. Kids are involved in different sports and other activities, which means different schedules somewhat, and the overall vibe is different in the fall. That, and they’re a little greener in the fall. We have to get the mojo back on the dance floor faster, and the energy back in the voices sooner.
OK, stop whining. I have to believe in the kids’ resolve and talent. They’ve never let me down before. Mm-mm–mm. Great, now that song’s stuck in my head all day.
Have I thanked you recently for suffering through my self-absorbed drivel? Let me do so right now if I haven’t. Feel free to leave advice; I will always read and heed. Well, unless you tell me to stop doing shows, seein’ as how they cause me such angst. Alas…like the Thriller told me once: “You can’t NOT do them.” He’s right. And so terribly cognizant of what makes me me. Gotta have that vicarious stage thrill.
Speaking of stage — there’s one leaving in 40 minutes, and I have to be on it. Make it a Tunesday for the record books. And congrats to BoomR, who had his first day on the new job yesterday. Wahoo!