I'm still on Hotel California.

The beauty of Dolly is her look has always been pretty plastic, so continued surgery isn't so jarring.

You guys, I am so tired. I went to a friend's improv class performance last night, and was out past my bedtime. It was good though! Three classes performed, one of which was musicals -- they could have used some work on harmony, but were the most impressive, I think.

I once went to a play by an experimental theatre company. The play took place inside a tent-like structure and once you were seated there was no way to leave until the end of the performance. The dialogue sounded like it was written by a 1st year university student who had just discovered existentialism. It was so awful. The stagecraft and physicality of the actors were amazing, but the play was bullshit.

About halfway through I realized the plot was essentially the plot of Hotel California, and then I just giggled to myself for the rest of the play. It was seriously one of the worst things I have ever seen. (Meanwhile some people I know LOVED it. I could never figure that out.)

I am on Islands in the Stream. Although the song really in my head right now is the Jimmy Fallon/Bruce Springsteen version of "Whip Your Hair"

It was good though! Three classes performed, one of which was musicals -- they could have used some work on harmony, but were the most impressive, I think.

Improv musicals, that might be my version of hell. (Actually, just add legions of tap dancers and yep, hell.)

Oh, man, you just brought back memories of seeing, um, I want to say Antigone. Probably not actually Sophocles, maybe an adaptation. The main character's dialog was all in French for some reason, the acting was not good, and the stage was between the seating and the exit so we couldn't leave. And then the actors wanted to talk to us about it afterwards, hear how much we liked it. That was quite an uncomfortable night of theater-going.

Improv musicals, that might be my version of hell.

You and many, many people! They made me laugh, though.

Jean Anouilh adapted Antigone for a modern (mid 20th century) setting, which might be what you saw. It would explain the Frenchness, anyway.

I have no idea what the setting was meant to be, come to think of it. There wasn't really a set. Or costumes. I mean, they just looked like they were in street clothes. So maybe the setting was Here and Now?

The French was meant to evoke how disconnected she was from the other characters. ISTR someone explaining that at some point.

For something randomly chosen out of the newspaper listings because we wanted to get some culture, it was certainly memorable, I'll give it that.

Any talk of "Escape" always brings to mind another song by the same songwriter, Rupert Holmes - "Timothy".

Filled that very narrow niche for pop songs about cannibalism.

Kinky Friedman (the fictional character, not the slightly less fictional author and country singer/song-writer and occassional novelty candidate) once dated two girls with the same name who turned out to be the same girl. Of course both the semi-real and fully fictional Kinky did a lot of drug)