We went to see the ABBA musical, Mama Mia, yesterday. The tickets were $70.00 a piece and it was completely sold out. There were some really good actor/singer/dancers, particularly this amazing older woman who played the Mother. She was stunning. It was fun to see how they would work these songs we've all heard a billion times into the story line. It was sweet and fun and I enjoyed it, I like the encore when they lit the audience and did a medley and everyone in the audience jumped up and started dancing. I'm glad I went, I just don't like what's happened to big commercial theatre and musical theatre. It all seems so dumbed down and phoned in. It seems designed for the masses, people who are very simple and easily won over by bright lights and big sounds and a very basic storyline.
I called my Mother yesterday and told her that I'd found a brown paper bag filled with money in my front yard. I told her it was full of fifties and hundreds, and that there must be at least ten thousand dollars in there. She was so cute, she told me I'd better report it to the police, but to be careful because if no one claimed it, the police just might go ahead and steal it. I said, "Well do you think I should just go on over to the police station and say, Happy April Fools' Day Mom?"
I keep getting phone calls for Nelson Riddle on my third phone line here in the house. I added this number about six months ago when I had to change the old one because Coco, my ex-housekeeper, was harassing me.
Oh nooooo, I went away to help Noemi change the water bottles for the rats because she's afraid they will bite her, and while trying to show her how perfectly safe it is, my little brown girl bit me. Great. My finger was just dripping blood, and there I was trying to show Noemi how safe it is. It's my fault because I feed them little snacks through the bars of their cages so they get confused and think anything coming towards them is going to be food. Since I have so many now, they don;t get as much attention as they would if there were fewer and they're a bit shy so they see the food, get ready and grab the food, and quickly turn to run with it. The problem comes when it's my finger and not a piece of food. I think you can imagine what just happened to my finger, ouch. I'm thinking, well, that makes two maybe I'm due for a third. Do you think I should just go over there and stick my finger in one of their cages and get it over with?
As if that wasn't enough I told the, by now frightened Noemi, that I would take over and feed the rats so she wouldn't have to, what with there being so much of my blood all over the place, and while trying to open the door of my most aggressive rat's cage (this is the ratty who we affectionately call the crazy rat because well, she just is,) I accidentally left my other index finger within grabbing distance and she bit it. Now I have two rat-bitten index fingers. Ahh who cares, could be worse. I could be a poetry professor with advanced end stage ovarian cancer. Fucking cancer. I hate you cancer. Did you see wonderful, amazing, Emma Thompson in Wit on HBO last night. I only saw the second half but it was so moving, so well acted and directed. It was soooo sad. I love Emma Thompson and the actor who played her nurse, she was magnificent. Of course they had the benefit of Mike Nichols directing. Sigh. I want so much to be out there working again. I need to remember that when I choose to eat crappy food that will keep me from being healthy and getting fit.
Anyway back to Nelson Riddle; You remember him right? The famous composer/orchestra leader who wrote for Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Judy Garland and many others? Well, I keep getting phone calls for him from the Musicians Union and ASCAP I think. I had to convince them today that he doesn't live here, he passed away in 1985, sheesh. They said this was his last number. If anyone happens to know any of Nelson Riddle's heirs, there are a lot of people trying to send them money. It's so amazing that anyone could be so casual about something as important as that, maybe they have so much money that the fees just don't mean that much to them? That's pretty hard to believe.
This reminds me of the time Julia Roberts called me to come to her hotel room to do her hair. I think I just have good numerology, or maybe it's the cosmos reaching out and saying, come on, get back in the game, you are so close to your dreams, all you have to do is walk out the door.