As Elphaba (Wicked) says, "well, we can't all come and go by bubble," (to Glinda).
That's right. Some of us must travel by broom. While others fly by the seat of their pants. I prefer a happy combination of all three.
Showing posts with label Wicked. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wicked. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
We Can't ALL Come and Go By Bubble
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Monday, November 30, 2009
Defying Gravity Wicked
Tweet This"Defying Gravity," from the smash-hit Broadway musical Wicked, is one of the most inspiring songs, ever.
And it isn't too late to catch the production in San Francisco at the Orpheum. I've been twice and I'd go again, and again, and again. Yes, it's that good.
Anyways back to the song. For me, this song is about being imperfectly ME, listening to and following my inner voice, playing by my own rules. After all, I am the only one who can be imperfectly ME, , without being some cheap imitation.
Cheap imitations are ok for purses and wallets, but for people, well, you're the only YOU the world has got, so what are YOU waiting for? Close your eyes and leap.
Warning: This isn't the easiest path and definitely not for wimps or the faint of heart.
Motto: What others think of me, is none of my business. (I'm not talking about being rude, I'm talking about BEING REAL.)
Hmmmmm, this sounds so familiar? Have I said this before? Oh well, I guess I need to hear it again, and again, and again...........
Some choice lyrics from "Defying Gravity":
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!
"Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sugarland Cancels
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"I can't believe Sugarland cancelled!" exclaims Cowgirl, at Momo's, a restaurant/ bar just outside AT&T Park, San Francisco. That day, however, Momo's was mostly a bar.
"What!?" I say eavesdropping.
"Sugarland cancelled," says Cowgirl. "They aren't playing tonight."
"But that's the only reason I came," I whine.
"Me, too," says Cowgirl.
I could tell she was a little more invested in the whole Sugarland thing, by her cowboy boots and cowboy hat. And she was pissed!
We some how managed to order some food from the elbow room only, hopping bar. Then we invited ourselves to sit down with a champagne sipping, strawberry dipping, oyster eating foreigner because there weren't any empty tables.
I ate my entire Chicken Caesar Salad before getting on my NotAn Iphone to confirm Sugarland's cancellation.
I searched Google. Nothing.
I searched twitter, Something. And that's why I LOVE!!!!!! twitter. Twitter is what's happening now and it would be great if all the porno spammers would die, metaphorically speaking, anyways.
Basically, someone tweeted Sugarland cancelled and he wondered if they stayed out too late watching Harry Potter the night before.
I kept my hopes up, telling myself, "maybe it's not true." However, on Friday, the day before the concert, I was NOT motivated to go.
"I'm so over the concert," I say to Stefan.
Then Friday, I wondered to myself, "how is Jennifer Nettles' voice?"
Apparently, not well.
When we first heard the rumor, Stefan wanted to give our tickets away to our friend, but for $300 I was gonna get a show, with, our without, Sugarland. We were about to walk in when we saw a sign posted:
It took us less than 5 minutes to discuss getting a refund, and get in the refund line. As we stood in line, which wasn't long, my mind wandered over to the Emerald City.
"Hey let's go see Wicked!" I say to Stefan.
"Okay!" he says.
We caught a cab over to the Orpheum theater, debated signing up for the Wicked lottery. The lottery winner gets to purchase $25 seats, with obstructed views.
We opted for the 99 dollar tickets in the Mezzanine. Then we walked to Westfield Mall to whittle away the three hours until showtime. We prayed we wouldn't get caught in some one's crossfire, all the way there. We are not city folk, that's for sure.
"Maybe we should take a cab back," suggests Stefan, of the 10 minute walk back to the theater.
We opted for walking back to the theater, on the opposite side of the street, which for some odd reason had much less hoodlum traffic galloping about, giving onlookers free CRACK peep shows.
We made it back to the theater alive.
Wicked was even better the second time around. I only cried a few times, and it wasn't as emotionally intense for me, so, I enjoyed it much more.
In fact, I am happy Sugarland cancelled. And so is Stefan. Though, Jennifer Nettles, may want to get an understudy, for those days when her voice needs a rest.
Someday, I may even write a review of Wicked, but it's a fabulous show from the music, to the singing, to the choreography, to the sets down to the costumes. And that pretty much sums it up.
"What!?" I say eavesdropping.
"Sugarland cancelled," says Cowgirl. "They aren't playing tonight."
"But that's the only reason I came," I whine.
"Me, too," says Cowgirl.
I could tell she was a little more invested in the whole Sugarland thing, by her cowboy boots and cowboy hat. And she was pissed!
We some how managed to order some food from the elbow room only, hopping bar. Then we invited ourselves to sit down with a champagne sipping, strawberry dipping, oyster eating foreigner because there weren't any empty tables.
I ate my entire Chicken Caesar Salad before getting on my NotAn Iphone to confirm Sugarland's cancellation.
I searched Google. Nothing.
I searched twitter, Something. And that's why I LOVE!!!!!! twitter. Twitter is what's happening now and it would be great if all the porno spammers would die, metaphorically speaking, anyways.
Basically, someone tweeted Sugarland cancelled and he wondered if they stayed out too late watching Harry Potter the night before.
I kept my hopes up, telling myself, "maybe it's not true." However, on Friday, the day before the concert, I was NOT motivated to go.
"I'm so over the concert," I say to Stefan.
Then Friday, I wondered to myself, "how is Jennifer Nettles' voice?"
Apparently, not well.
When we first heard the rumor, Stefan wanted to give our tickets away to our friend, but for $300 I was gonna get a show, with, our without, Sugarland. We were about to walk in when we saw a sign posted:
Sugarland will not be performing today. Jennifer Nettles lost her voice in the recording studio.
Kenny, Miranda, and Lady Antebellum will perform extended sets.
Refunds at Giants Box Office Lobby until 8:45PM prior to Kenny's set.
It took us less than 5 minutes to discuss getting a refund, and get in the refund line. As we stood in line, which wasn't long, my mind wandered over to the Emerald City.
"Hey let's go see Wicked!" I say to Stefan.
"Okay!" he says.
We caught a cab over to the Orpheum theater, debated signing up for the Wicked lottery. The lottery winner gets to purchase $25 seats, with obstructed views.
We opted for the 99 dollar tickets in the Mezzanine. Then we walked to Westfield Mall to whittle away the three hours until showtime. We prayed we wouldn't get caught in some one's crossfire, all the way there. We are not city folk, that's for sure.
"Maybe we should take a cab back," suggests Stefan, of the 10 minute walk back to the theater.
We opted for walking back to the theater, on the opposite side of the street, which for some odd reason had much less hoodlum traffic galloping about, giving onlookers free CRACK peep shows.
We made it back to the theater alive.
Wicked was even better the second time around. I only cried a few times, and it wasn't as emotionally intense for me, so, I enjoyed it much more.
In fact, I am happy Sugarland cancelled. And so is Stefan. Though, Jennifer Nettles, may want to get an understudy, for those days when her voice needs a rest.
Someday, I may even write a review of Wicked, but it's a fabulous show from the music, to the singing, to the choreography, to the sets down to the costumes. And that pretty much sums it up.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
What The Tweet?
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We took the bus to Wicked the Musical in San Francisco. Read: My hands were free to update my Facebook status, tweet on Twitter, and text all the way to San Francisco.
All that, plus commercial breaks, with Stefan reading Wicked the Musical script to me, from his book reader.
Every now and then we'd break into song.
"No one mourns the wicked," sings Stefan.
"No one cries they won't return," I sing in response.
My multi-tasking was off the charts.
Our friend, who was meeting us for lunch, but not the show, texts, "let's meet at the cheese cake factory."
"Do they cook the food there or just microwave it?" I text back.
There is something about restaurant chains that remind me of microwaved food, which I'm fully capable of preparing myself.
"It's fabulous and has great views of the city," she texts assuringly.
Looking down on San Francisco's Union
Square from The Cheesecake Factory.
The Cheesecake Factory it is and I update my status.
My Facebook friends assure me this is a great choice. I love feedback.
The food was delicious and I walk out of the restaurant singing, "there's a party in my tummy, so yummy, so yummy."
Why is everyone staring at me? I guess it's easier to get away with singing antics when my kids are with me. And now everyone knows the reason I had kids in the first place: to indulge in child like behaviors, while hopefully going unnoticed, too bad I was not wearing my "I'm a parent," costume: the kids.
Next stop Wicked.
Upon entering the theater, the signs read "turn off cell phones." The writing on the wall was easy enough to ignore. But the usher hovering over me, as I was tweeting, was not.
I pretend to have a hard time turning off my phone.
"Darn thing won't switch off without pressing 140 different keys," I say in my best, "that was a twitter joke and you can laugh now" voice.
The usher did not laugh, creating a shrinking effect on my entire being, even my giant aura.
I finish tweeting and turn off my phone:
During intermission, I made a quick rest stop and bought a green Wicked, t-shirt.
There were times I thought I would die from sheer joy, while watching Wicked. I was only able to sustain life by coaching myself with, "breathe, breathe, breathe." While waiting for intermission to end, I tweet:
One white haired lady saw me tweeting and asks, "what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm tweeting," I say. All the while, I'm thinking to myself, "hey, the generation gap can be bridged."
"Well I don't believe in that, so you're talking to the wrong person," she replies without taking a breath. "Oprah had it on her show yesterday, but it's nonsense."
What could I say? Nothing? Not likely.
"I believe you asked me, what I was doing?" I say.
"Hmmmff," she says and walks away. Thank goodness.
I didn't see The Oprah's show on Twitter, but I'm following her tweets. I hope she isn't spouting Twitter as the next spiritual medium to enlightenment. Twitter isn't a religion. It's not something to believe in. It's something to do.
As I've tweeted:
All anyone needs to know about social networking is it's fun and it's going to change the world. Analysis Shmalysis
About five minutes later, as I was updating my Facebook status, the man sitting next to me asks, "how are your kids doing?"
"I have no idea," I answer happily. "But I'm sure they're fine."
Maybe I was a little too happy in the delivery of my answer?
"Can't you check on your kids with that thing?" asks the man's wife, referring to my not an Iphone.
"No," I answer.
Even if I could, why would I? My kids were in good hands, and they were the last thing I was worried about. Believe me, it's a good feeling: having fun, while away from my kids. Besides, I'm not really a parent, I'm just pretending to be one.
"Oh," the wife answers, while looking down her nose.
I had to wonder had she too been watching The Oprah? Is there some new device, or app, that I don't know about? A way to surreptitiously Skype my kids, live, to my phone?
If there is, believe me, I don't want to know about it. Why would anyone want to steal my precious out of sight out of mind moments, I consider that criminally minded and downright evil.
"Wickedness must be punished!"
Currently playing the soundtrack to my life..........Wicked the Musical. Big surprise! And next time I see Wicked I will be traveling by broom, rather tahn bus. Now where is my spell book?
All that, plus commercial breaks, with Stefan reading Wicked the Musical script to me, from his book reader.
Every now and then we'd break into song.
"No one mourns the wicked," sings Stefan.
"No one cries they won't return," I sing in response.
My multi-tasking was off the charts.
Our friend, who was meeting us for lunch, but not the show, texts, "let's meet at the cheese cake factory."
"Do they cook the food there or just microwave it?" I text back.
There is something about restaurant chains that remind me of microwaved food, which I'm fully capable of preparing myself.
"It's fabulous and has great views of the city," she texts assuringly.
Looking down on San Francisco's Union
Square from The Cheesecake Factory.
The Cheesecake Factory it is and I update my status.
On the bus to SF first the cheese cake factory then WICKED!
My Facebook friends assure me this is a great choice. I love feedback.
The food was delicious and I walk out of the restaurant singing, "there's a party in my tummy, so yummy, so yummy."
Why is everyone staring at me? I guess it's easier to get away with singing antics when my kids are with me. And now everyone knows the reason I had kids in the first place: to indulge in child like behaviors, while hopefully going unnoticed, too bad I was not wearing my "I'm a parent," costume: the kids.
Next stop Wicked.
Upon entering the theater, the signs read "turn off cell phones." The writing on the wall was easy enough to ignore. But the usher hovering over me, as I was tweeting, was not.
I pretend to have a hard time turning off my phone.
"Darn thing won't switch off without pressing 140 different keys," I say in my best, "that was a twitter joke and you can laugh now" voice.
The usher did not laugh, creating a shrinking effect on my entire being, even my giant aura.
I finish tweeting and turn off my phone:
Inside the orpheum theater waiting for wicked to start! No cell allowed.
During intermission, I made a quick rest stop and bought a green Wicked, t-shirt.
There were times I thought I would die from sheer joy, while watching Wicked. I was only able to sustain life by coaching myself with, "breathe, breathe, breathe." While waiting for intermission to end, I tweet:
wicked is sooooooooo unbelievably good I hope I make it out alive! Glad Fyero is w/ me.
One white haired lady saw me tweeting and asks, "what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm tweeting," I say. All the while, I'm thinking to myself, "hey, the generation gap can be bridged."
"Well I don't believe in that, so you're talking to the wrong person," she replies without taking a breath. "Oprah had it on her show yesterday, but it's nonsense."
What could I say? Nothing? Not likely.
"I believe you asked me, what I was doing?" I say.
"Hmmmff," she says and walks away. Thank goodness.
I didn't see The Oprah's show on Twitter, but I'm following her tweets. I hope she isn't spouting Twitter as the next spiritual medium to enlightenment. Twitter isn't a religion. It's not something to believe in. It's something to do.
As I've tweeted:
All anyone needs to know about social networking is it's fun and it's going to change the world. Analysis Shmalysis
About five minutes later, as I was updating my Facebook status, the man sitting next to me asks, "how are your kids doing?"
"I have no idea," I answer happily. "But I'm sure they're fine."
Maybe I was a little too happy in the delivery of my answer?
"Can't you check on your kids with that thing?" asks the man's wife, referring to my not an Iphone.
"No," I answer.
Even if I could, why would I? My kids were in good hands, and they were the last thing I was worried about. Believe me, it's a good feeling: having fun, while away from my kids. Besides, I'm not really a parent, I'm just pretending to be one.
"Oh," the wife answers, while looking down her nose.
I had to wonder had she too been watching The Oprah? Is there some new device, or app, that I don't know about? A way to surreptitiously Skype my kids, live, to my phone?
If there is, believe me, I don't want to know about it. Why would anyone want to steal my precious out of sight out of mind moments, I consider that criminally minded and downright evil.
"Wickedness must be punished!"
Currently playing the soundtrack to my life..........Wicked the Musical. Big surprise! And next time I see Wicked I will be traveling by broom, rather tahn bus. Now where is my spell book?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
"We're Off to See the Wizard," And I'm Going To Give Him A Piece of My Mind
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What? You don't have a Wicked version of Barbie?
5th from the Left.
The day has finally come. Wicked is here and I'm going. Yay. Now I can say for myself, "Wicked was sooooooooo good!"
As opposed to listening to my friends say, "Wow, it was really good. We sat in the front row!"
I'm pro-bragging, but all this talk has me drooling, green liquid all over my shirt and I can't get these stains out. I'm tired of people asking me, "What's up with that bib?" "And why is it green? Ewwww!"
Yes! Why, am I oozing green! Sounds like a question for a funny little man, who loves to fly around in his hot air balloon, disseminating green elixir to all of his little pretties.
"Elphie, Glinda, I'm on my way!"
I will teach a certain nasty Wizard to mess with my friends and their little animals, too!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tis the Season
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The next few weeks promise to be very exciting. This weekend I'm going to see my friend the erotic exotic dancer. Wait. Rewind.
My friend, Erin Hoffman, aka Wonder Woman, is playing an erotic, exotic home wrecking, dancer in, The Great American Trailer Park Musical.
"The show is hilarious, with lots of great music and straight up trash!" says Erin.
"I love a show, I think I'll go!" says Mayzie La Bird. (Erin once played Mayzie La Bird in Seussical the Musical, and she was sooooooo good!)
There's is nothing better than watching the people I love, doing what they love. Nice job Eriny!
I've been listening to the soundtrack to the musical and it's so gooooood! I prefer to know the music, word for word, before seeing a show. That way I can sing along, loudly.
"This Side of the Tracks" from The Great American Trailer Park Musical. (I think these folks are lip syncing.)
Then next weekend we are going to see Wicked the Musical. Finally! Everyone else I know has already been to see Wicked, and I can't stand hearing about it anymore.
Yes, April 18th I'm Wicked bound. WooooHo....Wait. April 18th? That date reminds me of something? What is it? April fiftee..... Uh oh!
The tax man is lurking behind me. Maybe I can ditch him in this alley. Darn! It didn't work. Now, he's hot on my trail.
Good thing I put off my bookkeeping to the last minute. Welcome to my world, Procrasti Nation.
Monday, September 22, 2008
When Wicked Fest Is
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Wicked Fest, a celebration of the return of Wicked, the smash hit broadway musical, will fly into San Francisco's own Union Square, Friday September 26th, from 10am-1pm.
Festivities will include live performances by Wicked cast members, Ozian goodies, magical makeovers, a karaoke contest, and much more. And it's free!
Wicked, the musical, comes back to San Francisco in January of 2009, at the Orpheum Theater.
In May of 2003, Wicked made its first preview before a paying audience at the Curran Theater. While the musical underwent many changes after its San Francisco debut, in the words of Dorothy, "There's no place like home."
Festivities will include live performances by Wicked cast members, Ozian goodies, magical makeovers, a karaoke contest, and much more. And it's free!
Wicked, the musical, comes back to San Francisco in January of 2009, at the Orpheum Theater.
In May of 2003, Wicked made its first preview before a paying audience at the Curran Theater. While the musical underwent many changes after its San Francisco debut, in the words of Dorothy, "There's no place like home."
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