I found out that A hasn’t migrated the server yet, but he must be keeping it running somehow. I envision a lot of duct tape and some paper clips. All MacGuyver and stuff.
So, a brief catch-up: Sunday night D, Jax, and I went to see Ben Folds at The Hammerstein Ballroom. Corn Mo opened with .357 Lover. Totally totally rockin’ show, despite various jackasses in the audience. You know, the people who have to push directly in front of you when there’s not much room there to begin with, so instead of feeling slightly claustrophobic you feel COMPLETELY claustrophobic. Or the people who are so close they’re breathing on you. Or the people who yell stupid comments, thinking they’re clever. Wait, I’ve been one of those people. To add to the awesomeness, Improv Everywhere were working with Ben Folds - at the beginning of the show, a fake Ben Folds and band come out and start to play a song, but it starts “skipping” - as in, it’s a CD. Then Ben actually comes out, with security, and they haul off the fake band. It was very very funny. You can read about it on their site.
Last night the three of us and PSB and I went to see the revival of Company. It was directed by the same guy who directed Sweeney Todd, and although I didn’t see it, I was told that it was performed in similar fashion (all the actors play all the instruments as well, very little set). I have to say, I was amazed at how well it all worked. It’s a wonderful show. The performances are all amazing, the music sounds beautiful (albeit a little hollow, but after listening to the original cast recording about a thousand times [and I don’t think I’m exaggerating], it’s just not going to sound the same), and the staging is quite clever. I hope it does well.
On the way home we checked out David Blaine, who has chosen to hang himself five stories above 46th Street in some crazy gyroscopic thing, which he must escape from within the next two days or else 100 little kids will be horribly disappointed. Please, David, don’t disappoint the children.
Tomorrow - off to Poughkeepsie, where our house will be filled with adults and children and babies and NOISE. And dessert. And maybe some turkey.