Unemployment, JB's BGCC, and other things
So here I am, unemployed once again. I still have money-making capabilities, which is nice - I've got a thousand soppy horse books to read and take notes on. But regular leaving the house kind of work? Nope. On one hand, there are things that need dealing with at FCMG and groundwork to do for 2008 and lots of rather complicated and slightly worrying things which are no longer my problem, and that's a good thing. On the other hand, it does feel very odd just up and going.
Of course, being a lazy arse, I am rather looking forward to having a bit of an extended holiday...
Anyway. I failed to do a roundup of John Barrowman's Big Gay Christmas Concert but it's on tonight (Radio 2, 7:30!) so I will do it now.
Ahem.
*squeeeeeeeeee*
Sorry. But seriously, it was so full of beautifully corny squee that even my Mum, who was making faces all through the rehearsal because she intensely dislikes musicals and doesn't especially see the JB attraction, said she had fun.
During the rehearsal we were highly amused by the fact that he had not just the words to his songs (fair enough, not like he gets to hold the music - and yay because it meant he had to wear his glasses! He is a pretty musicals geek in his pretty glasses...) but also his link script up on an autocue thing. Now, I have to warn you, the links are cornier than the songs. Our theory is some of the jokes were written not by him, but by someone doing a John Barrowman impression. There's more than one gay Santa joke. On the other hand, there are also lots of little personal things in there. It's very much his concert, certainly that's the concept. He says he picked the songs - some for reasons to do with his memories of Christmas and his family and career and stuff (watch out for the Amazing Grace/Loch Lomond medley. Cringey goodness!) and some just because he likes them.
And yes, he does The Wizard and I. He even says in his link, all the best songs in musicals are for girls so I'm going to sing this one so ner. I absolutely adore him for that.
I also realised that, in a kinda corny way, it's sort of a landmark gay moment sitting on stage watching this particular actor sing I Am What I Am. I'd never heard it before, certainly not all the way through and listening properly.
The other singers were coooool, too. Helen Dallimore is a very British Glinda compared to the one I'm used to on the recording - she's less of a cheerleader and more of a Glinda who has an estate in the country somewhere and a pony named Lord Prancington. But she was great, and the sniggering you hear throughout Popular is because she was singing it at JB and he was pulling pouty insulted faces. Heeee. Also she was wearing a red dress that was one of those pieces of clothing that had absolutely no right to be as sexy as it was. It was plain and unsparkly and bouncy knee length but OMGCURVESGUH.
And Matt Rawle. He's great. A nice shouty Che, and I really liked the duet he did with JB. It was You're Nothing Without Me which I'd never heard of before, but it's about a writer having an argument with the hero of his novels. Ahem. I totally did not identify with that and Cressida says she didn't either. Ahem.
One went really rather well despite me fucking up repeatedly by carrying on singing the tune when we were supposed to be countermelodying. *prays it isn't audible ohplease* JB demanded teeth and tits and tinsel, and we did our very best, not that you will probably be able to tell it being on the radio. We had to do Masquerade twice. Apparently there was a sound recording problem. I was actually really glad because I felt like I'd sung utterly utterly craply the first time round, so much so I was briefly paranoid that I'd been making such a horrible noise they'd decided to start again! Irrational, yes.
JB was nice to CEFC. He pulled faces at us and laughed when we groaned at the really really really bad link (you'll know it when you hear it. No really).
cottonwoolfairy's mum came and was sitting behind JB's parents. Apparently they were all proud and shiny and very very Scottish.
My Grown Up Christmas List turns out to be disappointingly sincere. It only really made me cringe, though my mum admitted to getting misty-eyed. My mother, who started the first rehearsal determined to humbug the whole thing.
He's just... so adorably earnest. He comes across as having this completely boundless enthusiasm for everything musicals related or Christmassy or preferably both. And it's kinda infectious.
So there's that.
Also? Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The eh what now? And I thought Half Blood Prince was cryptic. Not that I'm one to talk about inventive book titles.
Of course, being a lazy arse, I am rather looking forward to having a bit of an extended holiday...
Anyway. I failed to do a roundup of John Barrowman's Big Gay Christmas Concert but it's on tonight (Radio 2, 7:30!) so I will do it now.
Ahem.
*squeeeeeeeeee*
Sorry. But seriously, it was so full of beautifully corny squee that even my Mum, who was making faces all through the rehearsal because she intensely dislikes musicals and doesn't especially see the JB attraction, said she had fun.
During the rehearsal we were highly amused by the fact that he had not just the words to his songs (fair enough, not like he gets to hold the music - and yay because it meant he had to wear his glasses! He is a pretty musicals geek in his pretty glasses...) but also his link script up on an autocue thing. Now, I have to warn you, the links are cornier than the songs. Our theory is some of the jokes were written not by him, but by someone doing a John Barrowman impression. There's more than one gay Santa joke. On the other hand, there are also lots of little personal things in there. It's very much his concert, certainly that's the concept. He says he picked the songs - some for reasons to do with his memories of Christmas and his family and career and stuff (watch out for the Amazing Grace/Loch Lomond medley. Cringey goodness!) and some just because he likes them.
And yes, he does The Wizard and I. He even says in his link, all the best songs in musicals are for girls so I'm going to sing this one so ner. I absolutely adore him for that.
I also realised that, in a kinda corny way, it's sort of a landmark gay moment sitting on stage watching this particular actor sing I Am What I Am. I'd never heard it before, certainly not all the way through and listening properly.
The other singers were coooool, too. Helen Dallimore is a very British Glinda compared to the one I'm used to on the recording - she's less of a cheerleader and more of a Glinda who has an estate in the country somewhere and a pony named Lord Prancington. But she was great, and the sniggering you hear throughout Popular is because she was singing it at JB and he was pulling pouty insulted faces. Heeee. Also she was wearing a red dress that was one of those pieces of clothing that had absolutely no right to be as sexy as it was. It was plain and unsparkly and bouncy knee length but OMGCURVESGUH.
And Matt Rawle. He's great. A nice shouty Che, and I really liked the duet he did with JB. It was You're Nothing Without Me which I'd never heard of before, but it's about a writer having an argument with the hero of his novels. Ahem. I totally did not identify with that and Cressida says she didn't either. Ahem.
One went really rather well despite me fucking up repeatedly by carrying on singing the tune when we were supposed to be countermelodying. *prays it isn't audible ohplease* JB demanded teeth and tits and tinsel, and we did our very best, not that you will probably be able to tell it being on the radio. We had to do Masquerade twice. Apparently there was a sound recording problem. I was actually really glad because I felt like I'd sung utterly utterly craply the first time round, so much so I was briefly paranoid that I'd been making such a horrible noise they'd decided to start again! Irrational, yes.
JB was nice to CEFC. He pulled faces at us and laughed when we groaned at the really really really bad link (you'll know it when you hear it. No really).
cottonwoolfairy's mum came and was sitting behind JB's parents. Apparently they were all proud and shiny and very very Scottish.
My Grown Up Christmas List turns out to be disappointingly sincere. It only really made me cringe, though my mum admitted to getting misty-eyed. My mother, who started the first rehearsal determined to humbug the whole thing.
He's just... so adorably earnest. He comes across as having this completely boundless enthusiasm for everything musicals related or Christmassy or preferably both. And it's kinda infectious.
So there's that.
Also? Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The eh what now? And I thought Half Blood Prince was cryptic. Not that I'm one to talk about inventive book titles.