including have lunch with Angie Dickenson. I miss Doris, and I have never even met her. She seems related to me somehow, which is odd because I’m such a night person….
It’s back after twenty years! Symphonie Fantastique is a theatrical abstraction to the music of Berlioz using all underwater puppetry. Sounds interesting? Well it’s not interesting, it’s enthralling. It’s transportation. It’s theater in the form of food for your mind, vitamins for your spirit and a happy pill for your soul. If you have not yet experienced it there are only two words I have for you.
It is only playing for a short while longer. Fly here if you have to. It’s that good. If you are an artist of any kind you will find a renewed enthusiasm in creating. If you are a dancer you will want to move in a new way. If you are a garbage truck driver who quit school in Jr, High, you will “freakin’ love this shit!” Honestly – this is very powerful abstraction that sends your mind to a place where nobody else’s can go. It’s personal. Warning : If you are an overly emotional lover of beauty itself like me – THERE WILL BE SILENT TEARS.
Please go and see Symphonie Fantastique by Basil Twist. It’s as good as Mummenschanz on Broadway. OKAY! There it is! I said it!
It really is.
Thanks to The Magic Of Pia for this urgent, tragic bulletin.
“A really great reception makes me feel like I have a great big warm heating pad all over me. People en masse have always been wonderful to me. I truly have a great love for an audience, and I used to want to prove it to them by giving them blood.”
Does anybody say “dropped” anymore? It sounds as old as Nicki Minaj. My grand niece used to love her. She loved all that old music. That’s waaaaay back. Shoose.
Aaaainyway, here’s my new Judy Gif. Collect ’em all! I do it for you. I make these for you, my readers. I really do. Apologies to Joey an Lorna Luft – I never knew your father but this is one of my favorite quotes from your Mom’s lost recordings that everybody found sad…(didn’t make me sad though.) I enjoy listening to them occasionally because it reminds me that if I have a glass of wine there is a good chance I may become drunk, even more bitter, very mean occasionally unintelligible and I will think that a really rotten idea for a show is GREAT idea. The lesson is very clear for me…
Never record yourself.
Nuf said. – And now, another Jaw dropping Judy Gif Drop!
Let her go fellas!
This and crispy, that’s how I like it. Fresh mozzarella and I’m not mad at fresh basil.
If you’re near Murray Hill ( the neighborhood, NOT the comedy genius ) do yourself a flavor and skip DJ Pizza. Yeah.
DJ Pizza – great name…and little else.
I’m still dealing with my deep dish depression over the closure of Pizza Box on Bleeker where, in the hard times eighties, I considered dried oregano a vegetable.
These days you may find me at Village Pizza at 65 8th Ave and Gansevoort St.
(directly across from Janet Jackson Square – #JJS) Tony’s gone but speak to Hugo. Hugo knows crispy. Chicken Parm? No harm. Calzones? sure…but not today. Today’s a National Pizza holiday. Treat yourself and order a whole pie with three Snapples. Tomorrow you won’t have to leave the house.
thanks to her.