Feb 28, 2005
I did absolutely nothing on Sunday except rest.
And today's rehearsal was cut in half due to the oncoming winter storm that's making national news before it even hits. Julia brought more pie, which promises to be a weekly thing, we hope. Besides being an avid baker, Julia is an amazingly talented performer who's known the director for years, a strong personality who's also hystercally funny. It's a privelage to work with people like her.
This is a play that moves really fast, has a concentrated story line that requires attention and is packed with songs. That's a lot to take in in one sitting, so on Saturday we learned from Don that the show will be split into two acts. Some material that was cut in the first read-throughs will be worked back in, and other elements will be cut to make for better flow. Script revisions are a daily occurrence as we find out what works, what works better and what doesn't work at all.
Every Monday for the past six years, Sasha and I have had Mexican food for dinner. This food is not hard to find in New York, it's just not the same vibe. For example, chile con queso, an appetizer readily available at any self-respecting joint in Texas, is virtually nonexistant here. That's gonna be a big adjustment for my wife to make if she is to spend time up here. Meanwhile I improvise and make it myself. Fortunately there are pretty good tacos just about anywhere.
Since this was my last night in Brooklyn, Patrick and I decided to write and record a song, which we did in a very short time. One of those on-the-fly exercises where you write about the first thing that enters your head, y'know? A Pettyesque rock ditty about the sorry state of the MTA came together in just a couple of hours. Pettyesque rock ditties have a way of doing that.