Defy Gravity or Embrace Memphis Rock 'N Soul

Gregory Maguire started with an interesting premise for a book. Everyone knows the classic 1939 movie The Wizard of Oz. But, does everyone wonder what happened before the house fell on the wicked witch? How did evil begin? Wicked was quite successful, and in another level of creativity theater folks adapted the book (Winnie Holzman), created music and lyrics (Stephen Schwartz) and voila! a hit Broadway musical.

I saw a Dallas touring production a few years ago and was delighted. I saw the Gershwin Theater production recently and was blown away - what a stage, what sets, costumes, lighting, and voices. There were flying monkeys everywhere. No One Mourns the Wicked begins our musical journey, Popular sticks in the brain, and Defying Gravity will have you soaring.

Wicked is good.

Memphis tells the tale in music of a white DJ who's just crazy enough to hang on Beale Street, devour black music, and spread its joy. It's not easy, but the struggle is worth it. This musical journey shows the impact of integration issues through music. The glory of the voices will have you shouting amen.

The Music of My Soul, Everybody Wants to Be Black on a Saturday Night, and Someday will have you tapping your toes. Say a Prayer will bring tears to your eyes. Stand Up, Change Don't Come Easy, and Memphis Lives in Me will have you believing in the power of rock and roll, gospel, and blues.

Memorial Day 2012

The noble kind of patriotism ... aims at ends that are worthy of the whole of mankind
Albert Schweitzer

New York: Broadway - S'Wonderful

 Happy  Memorial Weekend everybody. I'm back in Texas, poolside, and applying buckets of sunscreen. I'm also going to continue my swoon over New York City and Broadway shows. Gosh, I love corny musicals and we kicked it off right with Nice Work If You Can Get It. Yes, Matthew Broderick still looks about twelve years old. His pleasant demeanor and voice are perfect in the role of a rich playboy who ultimately falls hard for the girl (a fabulous Kelli O'Hara) from the wrong side of the tracks. Throw in some moonshine, Gershwin tunes, and Estelle Parsons as the imperious mother and you've got amusement.

Our final show was a Monday night treat - Ghost the Musical had decent buzz from a man at Sardi's to folks in line at TKTS. Based on the Patrick Swayze/Demi Moore movie, this show rocked. It was a very modern musical - spare stage, very cool light effects, and a fast pace. It followed the movie storyline with Sam and Molly having it all (love, cool apartment), and Carl the best friend (secretly the jealous jerk) embezzling money, arranging a theft that ends in murder, and the cleanup. Sam's dead and trapped on this earth, speaking through Oda Mae. Powerful songs enhanced Ghost. The duets between our lovers were gorgeous, and yes, you'll have to dab your eyes at the end.

Book Review: Three Seconds

Page 6: He had to do it, keep it all down, or else - he knew the way things worked - he was a dead man.

Three Seconds by Anders Roslund and Borge Hellstrom is a gripping read. The writing style is spare, like its Swedish setting. The mule has to keep down his swallowed heroin packets as he rides a ferry to his (unexpected) death. From the opener to the final page, you will hold your breath and turn pages.

Piet Hoffmann, former petty criminal, is part of a Polish drug ring and also a secret informant for the Swedish police. As a husband and as a father to two small boys, he sweats over his dangerous mission. A botched drug deal leads to death, and a Swedish investigator (not included in the special project) is gaining fast on Piet's tale/tail. Lots of double crosses reveal corruption and Hoffmann has only his own wits, and prison knowledge, to keep himself and his family out of danger.

Page 10: The silence when someone hangs up mid-conversation is always deeply unnerving.

Three Seconds will unnerve you and keep you guessing and praying for Piet's life.

Glorious Glass: More Chihuly

 Dad's still in town from PA and we're having far too much fun. He's 80 and darn peppy. He can snooze at the drop of a hat when seated, but out walking,etc. - he's tough to keep up with . Nonetheless, I've done no writing. We are moving from meal to meal and that's a good thing.

 Thus - a blog filler post with pretty pictures from the Dallas Arboretum. This Dale Chihuly exhibit is beyond amazing and glorious.

That's it. If you aren't in the Dallas area - you should be. Come visit. It's not 100 degrees yet.

Choice Chihuly

 Dale Chihuly, premier glass artist, has a newly installed exhibit at the Dallas Arboretum - May through November. My father is visting from PA and we drove to Garland this morning. Fabulous, Stupendous, et al. The arboretum is lovely on any day, but these glass creations add a new dimension.

 It's a glass festival, a carnival bounty overlooking White Rock Lake.

 Hidden niches reveal glass wonders.

Waterfalls dance behind shimmering glass.  This is a sampling of the day. Words aren't enough to expound on the beauty.

New York: Buildings

 New York architecture is intricate - large-scaled and yet highly detailed. Best to walk with someone down the street and take turns gazing, while the other person steers. Here's the New York Public Library with the famous lions standing guard. The docent tour offers a lot of behind the scenes information, and is mind boggling for any author/reader/lover of books.

 Best FREE ride - the Staten Island Ferry. Shuffle on and stand or take a seat for thirty minutes to Staten Island. Get off, turn around, and get back on (security reasons for not staying on the same ferry). The ride back allows you to wave to the Statue of Liberty, see Ellis Island, and admire the new evolving skyline. It was a very overcast day, but the World Trade Center is standing tall and the whole site bustles with construction for the new memorial.

 We were walking toward the WTC site, down a narrow pedestrian alley. I looked up and managed to capture this dizzying perspective. There's a poem here somewhere. I need to contemplate the geometry and put pen to paper.

 Over to SoHo in search of a yummy lunch (we found a small tearoom in a chocolate shop), then walked in and out of nifty stores. Again, just strolling down the street offers eye candy.

One morning I sauntered over to the Museum of Modern Art. Alas, they had a private event, so it was closed to the public. However, further down the street I spied this tiny door. No sign. I have no idea what it led to, but I'll come up with something in a story or poem someday.