It's a little sadder at Sweeney where all their names and pictures are on the stage door.
"If there was a Mount Rushmore for Broadway scores, "West Side Story" would be front and center. It snaps, it crackles it pops! It surges with a roar, its energy and sheer life undiminished by the years" - NYPost reviewer Elisabeth Vincentelli
A couple of months ago at Wicked before the show in the line for the bathroom.
Student-What show are we seeing Ms. (don't remember her name)? Teacher-I don't know, but, I'm really excited. Student-All I know is that there is something to do with green people. I've never heard of someone a green person, maybe an orange, but never green.
I heard this one yesterday walking through Times Square:
Person : (Looking at Hairspary billboard) Oh Hairspray, I heard that's good. Harvey Fierstein's in it.
Yeah, because perfromers normally stay three years after the show opens.
I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.
two bitchy queens sitting behind me tonight @ Sandra Bernhard
queen 1:(in bitchy jaded tone) god, i hope she doesnt sing [note: the stage is set up with a multitude of different instruments...what does he *think* is gonna happen?]
queen 2:(in even bitchier tone)*i* hope she doesnt trash The President!
Okay, my mother is certainly more knowledgable about theatre than most of these posts, but this still was hilarious.
Earlier tonight we were discussing the last couple of weeks of Miss Saigon on Broadway.
Me: Lea came back to do it for the last couple of weeks, but Pryce didn't.
Ma: Oh, so who was it?
Me: Some As--
Ma: Ohh...was it. Oh, what's-his-name...who Jonathan replaced.
Me: John Lithgow??
Ma: Yes, was he in it then?
Me: Umm ma, he was never in Miss Saigon.
Ma: Sure he was. He played the engineer.
John Lithgow as the engineer...now there's an interesting thought...
"If there was a Mount Rushmore for Broadway scores, "West Side Story" would be front and center. It snaps, it crackles it pops! It surges with a roar, its energy and sheer life undiminished by the years" - NYPost reviewer Elisabeth Vincentelli
"I just burst out laughing and made it seem like my mom had said something funny! I should have said something like, "it is paint you idiot! Look in the playbill, is Julia Murney really green?!?!?!" Like seriously why would someone think that!"
This is kind of random, but the Wicked in Detroit playbills (or Playgoer as they called them) didn't have pictures in them. I was actually kind of upset by it and ended up printing a cast list online to remember who the people were.
When I saw the Rent tour in Chicago there were three teens behind me (one of which hadn't seen the movie).
teen 1: you've only seen the movie right? teen 2: yeah, are there any differences? teen 1: yeah, there are a few new songs and Angel's death is different. In the movie he dies in the hospital, while in the stage version he dies in an orgy.
Also my friend (who I assumed was partially educated in theatre) asked me if I had seen Idina Menzel in Wicked, even though I told her I only saw it for the first time in Chicago (which was only back in April) and recently saw the same tour as her.
My uncle saw the OBC of "POTO". Fast forward to a few years ago when I visited NYC with him. "Oh, I didn't know there's a revival of Phantom!"
"If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn't help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we've got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don't want to do it." -Stephen Colbert
RENT: "What happened to the nice girl in the red dress?"
HAIRSPRAY, intermission: "When does Harvey Fierstien make his entrance? I thought he was starring in this."
And, perhaps, to me...the be-all, end-all of audience confusion:
An elderly married couple seated on the front row of a local production of Hair. Pop obviously hadn't turned up the hearing aid enough, because he constantly had to ask his wife about what was going on. Hand to God, the exchange during Sodomy:
Actor: Sodomy.... Pop: What did he say? Ma: (just above a whisper) He said Sodomy. Actor: Fellatio.... Pop: What? Ma: (getting irritated) Fellaaatio! Actor: Masturbation can be fun.... Pop: (louder still) WHAT? Ma: (near full shout) MASTURBATION CAN BE FUN!!!!
Yesterday at Hairspray, the woman next to me kept asking, "Is that a man? It can't be a man, though, because Edna's a woman's name and the mother. But she looks like a man!" so finally, to shut her up, I whispered, "It's a man, ok!?" and she just said "Oh" and stayed quiet for the rest of the show.
(My dad looking at the marquee) Him: Oh god! Me: What? Him: I always thought Monty Python movies didn't any taste....now I know I'm right! Me: What do you mean? Him: COME ON! It's a musical about SPAM for god's sake!!!!
Oh god is right. lol
"I'm tellin' you, the only times I really feel the presence of God are when I'm having sex and during a great Broadway musical." - Nathan Lane - Jeffrey
While walking down the streets of New York I overheard the married couple in front of me. Man: Would you be interested in seeing Tarzan? Woman: Oh, Yes! It got the best reviews Man: I even heard that it won almost all the broadway awards this year, a new record!
My mom: "Well, I don't see why everyone's so upset. I think Shoshana looks and sounds exactly like Idina." Me: *jawfloor* "Mom, no they don't..." Mom: "STOP ARGUING WITH ME! I CAN THINK WHAT I WANT TO THINK! IT'S MY OPINION"
"You know, a little orphan girl once told me that the sun would come out tomorrow. Her adopted father was a powerful billionaire, so I supressed the urge to laugh in her face. But now, by gum, I think she might have been on to something!"
--Reefer Madness
Today I went into Starbucks wearing my Wicked t-shirt.
Woman behind counter: Oh, did you see Wicked? Me: Yes. Woman: Yeah, I saw it in London.
Really? Pretty impressive since it hasn't opened yet.
"This table, he is over one hundred years old. If I could, I would take an old gramophone needle and run it along the surface of the wood. To hear the music of the voices. All that was said." - Doug Wright, I Am My Own Wife