I took Deborah's critique to heart yesterday and spent the better part of the afternoon listening to as many old CDs of original cast albums as I could find. I thought that as an old movie buff I had grown spoiled by the deftness of sound and emotion made possible by modern technology; I needed to get back to something resembling a bare bones ( Read more... )

I am truly convinced that one of the great items that should go on anyone's bucket list is to ride a half-empty, elevated, New York City transit train in the middle of summer. With the A/C cranked up to full blast and a wall lined with picture windows nearly everywhere you look, the views of rooftops and trees flashing by in the depth of August is ( Read more... )