That is not my Chess.
Aw, I'm sorry, Perkins. Apparently, it's Sir Tim's ultimate version of Chess. It's really interesting reading his notes on this production-- he talks about all the different productions of it he's seen over the past twenty-odd years:
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Chess lasted a mere eight weeks on Broadway. Normally, that would be that for the long-term future of a humiliated show, but for some reason this one has refused to roll over and die, even in America. The reason was of course the songs, which even our misconceived Broadway escapade had not managed to destroy. Actors and singers still wanted to have a bash at the wonderful melodies, especially in auditions, and directors felt that they could put up with the confusion of the plot (a) because every few minutes another great tune turns up and (b) they could re-write chunks of the story themselves as no-one allegedly in control of the show seemed to know what the official version was anymore.
I certainly didn’t. During the past 20 years I have seen Chess on dozens of occasions in many different countries, and no two versions have been the same. Sometimes Freddie wins, sometimes Anatoly wins. Sometimes the whole show is set in the Tirol, sometimes entirely in Bangkok. One (rather good) version was set in 1960s New York, and another backstage at a Chess concert in which the actors played actors putting on a Chess concert. By far the best and most successful foreign production (not surprisingly) was the Stockholm show in 2002
I'm going to watch it this morning-- first chance I've had. I'm excited even though I was surprisingly underwhelmed by the little I heard/saw of Idina's interpretations.
By the time we get around to buying Buffista Island, we might as well build Buffista Retirement Castle as well.
Kat, I know for sure that there's been literary scholarship on cookbooks -- met a guy who did a master's thesis on historical cookbooks many years ago -- so I know there's precedence in the field, FWIW.
Bah. 11:30 am and it's already 90 F here. I am so over summer. Pity it's not even officially summer until tomorrow.
We've got a projected high of 101 today and 103 tomorrow.
SO not going outside or anywhere, for that matter.
I've planned my weekend around getting all my outside stuff done before 10 am or after sunset. Granted, this is why I put a night garden on my front porch. But I still hate feeling trapped in my apartment by the weather.
Times like this I start thinking about moving to Duluth.
It's gray and raining and only about 60 here -- so far the kids and I are huddled up watching old Supernatural episodes. I predict this is a jammies day.
Times like this I start thinking about moving to Duluth.
Heh-- that's awesome.
It's gray and raining and only about 60 here
::whimpers::
Perfect day as far as I'm concerned. Day to stay in jammies and socks and drink tea and work.
Perfect day as far as I'm concerned.
It was a lonnnnnng winter, babe. And a fairly cool spring. I'm not asking for 100, just a few successive days of high 70s and sunshine.
It was a lonnnnnng winter, babe. And a fairly cool spring. I'm not asking for 100, just a few successive days of high 70s and sunshine.
Yeah, I hear ya, sweetie. It's one of the things I miss most about Ohio-- in terms of the seasons, it was pretty much perfect. No one season lingered excessively over another, so you were really happy to see each one.
I just really, really freakin' hate the two seasons of summer and Ninth Circle of Hell that we have around here.
A cool rainy day is great to stay inside with tea, it's true. Of course, you can't really do that for weeks on end.
I was all geared up for a bunch of shredding, but there's a paper jam in my shredder, and I can't get it out. Bah.
