Did the Line Thing

Seeing Hair in Central Park for the second time. I love Hair more than I can possibly say and the line was wild. It didn't help that everyone had to go wait in Central Park. It's such a solitary experience to go there and wait in line alone. Cold, music blaring in your ears. The comradely you create if you're nice to the people around you.

There's the chance you get someone annoying, which I was luckily one group behind. So I watched it happen, but remained safe from this older man's awkwardness.

The tickets were got and I am sure I will love this more realized production starring Christopher J. Hanke. So nice to my eyes, his face is.

AMAZING!

HAIR was amazing! Really stellar! The people were so happy to be there. Saw some naked guys. The actor who played Woof was SO attractive.

It was so nice to finally see the show and to learn the story. The second Act is the most amazing second act ever. I never realized (because the movie ruined it) that most of the act is just Claude (Jonathon Groff) having a psychedelic trip! He's just going from one hallucination to the next. It makes so much now listening to it! AMAZING!

Oh and Audra McDonald was in the audience tonight!

The best part was when they start to smoke pot, some old man (who I stood next to in the bathroom line) yelled out, "Pass it around!" It was amazing! This old man earlier told us he saw the original production. He loved this one, except for the fact in the original you everyone smoked pot in the audience and got high too!! How amazing!

Naturally after seeing the show I smoked a lot of pot and I'm re-listening to the soundtrack!

The Dawning of the Age...

6:15 am, I arrived outside of The Public Theater to wait in line for tickets to the 40th Anniversary Concert of Hair in Central Park. I had a bag complete with The Golden Compass, the latest New Yorker, my Game Boy DS and Pokemon Diamond. I also brought a long a wonderful folding chair (a FANCY one at that) and my iPod Shuffle.

Time was on my side this morning. I set my alarm for 5:15 am, but woke at 5:12. I showered and looked all fresh. I'm sorry, but I refuse to go to a theatrical affair looking like crap. My father was a garbage man, as a child I would go with him on the route and wake up as early. I hopped on the R train and they must've known I was going to the theater, because it went express over the bridge. That NEVER happens.

It was still dark when I arrived, everyone made jokes about my being there so early. To my surprise people had spent the night! My friend and I have named HAIR fans as myself...HAIR-LIPS or BEDHEADS. I like the former, it suddenly transforms something that was negative into something positive.

I knew though when I got there that I was going to get a ticket. Arriving before 7 was my goal and I accomplished that. My theory was, if I arrived before 7 am and didn't get a ticket, then it simply wasn't meant to be.

The married couple next to me chatted and bought me a Green Tea Soy Latte at the Starbucks. It was all working out well, hurrah!

It was such an interesting mix. This would be my third free event this week. After the Betty Comden Memorial with it's main crowd being DEAD. And Legally Blonde being ANNOYING. This was a mixture of both. You had these cool types, and meaning you had the annoying NYU students.

Now I say this because I'm sitting in line...NYU to the left and NYU to the right. So easy for them since their dorms are literally next door to the Public theater. They had to endure waking at 6 am and walking a block away. But, I try not to judge people to easily.

I watch a cute group of NYU students, one of them being pretty gay. They must be freshman since they didn't know about NYU's version of HAIR they did last year, when everyone shaved their heads.

I mean, come on! Even I knew that!

So I assume this boy is probably 18/19 years old. God forbid 17. Since I already resent them slightly, what worse can they do?

Girl: Hey guys! I have an idea! We should run to our rooms and bring down our yoga mats!

One eyebrow raises...

I sit there, reading my New Yorker, trying to ignore the remark. Sipping my Green Tea Lat... I look up and see the young gay child...

I'd call him a larvae really, he hadn't even fully developed his bones yet I think.

The young boy is playing on his iPhone...

Now granted, I am judging. I mean perhaps this summer this boy raises the amount of money by working at The Gap or Abercrombie (as his shirt told me he has some relationship with that store) and bought the iPhone on his own.

Second eyebrow raises...

There I am, sitting there with both of my eyebrows raised as far as they can go. My eyes SO wide, and I'm trying to read the New Yorker. Since I can barely focus, I switch to the Game Boy DS. Oh wait, that must make me a hypocrite, right? There I am complaining about a boy with an iPhone, who has barely hit puberty mind you.

He still HAD BRACES!!

Wait, my DS cost me 150 dollars, two years ago. His cost him...WHO knows?

Girl: Did you hear, Zack is moving back next semester. He's gonna have his parents buy him an apartment...
Boy: I Know! I'm gonna live there for FREE! I'm having him ask his parents.
Girl: Can you imagine, how lucky?!

Bottom jaw falls off completely

As I dropped to the ground, to put my jaw in place. I couldn't hide my mixture of surprise and disgust. Were these things really happening before my eyes? Were THESE kids really going to see HAIR in the park? On it's 40th Anniversary?

No, seriously. I am asking, someone please answer me.

Then who would've thunk it? Before the kids could carry on more, about their trust funds and their trips to the Greek Isles this summer. A bus careened out of control and mowed down the group of children and slammed their tiny bodies into the side of the Public Theater! I was in shock! It was actually an NYU trolley at that!

How is that about ironic?

Actually what was more ironic is that it was being driven by Galt Macdermont. He was then given a ticker tape parade shortly after. And the world resumed as it always had.

And that was how I got tickets to HAIR.

All I Ever Wanted...

Friday night and a bedtime like 11 pm? Tomorrow I plan on being up early, so it's not unreasonable. Just going to bed so early on a Friday night seems to Spinster-esque. I want to be up early for HAIR tickets. If I get there at 6:30/7 am and the line is ridiculous I will turn home and go back to bed...I just don't want to say I didn't try...

Before I go to bed I'd like to post a song I have lived my life by and if I ever have to sing ONE song that describes me this would be is.

Stupid Things I Won't Do by William Finn

Reading papers when there ain't a review
is a stupid thing. And I won't do it.
When I read I wanna read something new,
why read anything at all?

Wars will always happen, there's always strife.
But opening a show just happens one time in it's life!
And that's why reading papers when there ain't a review,
stupid thing I won't do...

Now you can grill me, you can kill me!
You can cuff me on the air, I still won't do it.
You can boo me, you can shoot me!
But that's not a thing, that I will do.
Man may laugh and women may chortle.
But there's a reason I'm immortal.
Reading rags when there ain't a review...stupid thing.

And another thing, while we're on the subject...

Making movies...Hollywood.
Stupid thing. I won't do it!
Bet your booty's I'd be GOD damned good,
but that's a game that I will play!
I'm a seasoned actor, I don't skate or dive!
The only rolls, I want are rolls that
I'm performing live and in person!
Making movies in Hollywood...
Stupid thing I won't do!

No, no, no!
You can kill me, you can bill me!
You can NAIL me to the wall,
I still won't do it!
You can maim me, or defame me!
But there's certain things I won't per sure!
I've ach-ieved my awesome potential,
by focusing on what's essential...
And making movies...in Hollywood..
Stupid thing I won't do...

Living life like a NORMAL PERSON!
STUPID THING, I won't do it!
After five minutes as a NORMAL PERSON!
You can lock me in a mental ward and THROW AWAY THE KEY!!!
Though I live with passion, joy and RAGE!
The only time I feel alive is when I'm on the stage!
That's why LIVING LIVE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!
IS A STUPID THING THAT I WON'T DO!!

NO, NO, NO!
I need theatre, I want THEATRE!
It's the food that I eat,
EIGHT TIMES A WEEK!
GOD BLESS THEATRE,
life is weirder!
Maybe not, but who's to say?

What-could-be-more
prim and officious,
than cleaning floors or washing dishes?
Good for them! Who can do those things!
But they're not the things I can DO!

NO, NO, NO!

GOOD FOR THEM!!
WHO CAN DO THOSE THINGS!
BUT THEY'RE NOT THE THINGS THAT I CAN...
do-da-do-da-do-do-do-do...

Those are things, that I can't...

Never have and never will,
be able to do.

Why do I find solace in this song??