We're colored people, and they call us the human race.
Racism bothers me immensely. It should have ended after the Civil War. Yet, when I see groups like the KKK in the news, stories about racially motivated killings, whites shouting that blacks are n*gge#$ (yes folks, you just witnessed the Tony bleep), it sends shivers up and down my spine. We're people, we're not black people and/or white people, we're all one race, the human race. We're not Muslims, we're not Catholics, we're not Jews, we're not Buddhists...we are the human race. Until we can stand together as the human race under one God, then we have a lot to work through.
Lisa and I have been talking a lot lately. I can talk to her into the late hours of night and not mind it. We started out talking about religion, God, and religious stereotypes, and after exhausting those topics for an evening, we got to know each other better. It's good times, running long-distance phone bills up, don't you know?
I invited her to London to see me in We Will Rock You, and because she was unsure of when she could get over here (because two of her friends are getting married), I told her I'd come over there, give my understudy a chance to shine and strut his stuff. She refused at first; said that was too hard for me, too much of a trip, but I assured her that it wasn't a big deal at all.
I've packed most of my bags. I know I've packed too much, but I always have the most awful tendency to overpack when I travel. I called my understudy and told him what the buzz was (excuse my pun, I'm a dork), and he didn't mind. His exact words were: "Gosh Mr. Vincent, no, I'd love to fill in for you for a week or so!"
Have I mentioned lately that I love my understudy? God bless him. He's like my minute man. Most understudies prefer a few days notice for something like this, but he didn't care.
It's good to think of going back to New York: it's been a little while. I've been so tied up with WWRY that I haven't even had time for myself. As much as I love WWRY, I must confess that I miss JCS. Judas would have to be the role I enjoy playing most, and I never got to play Judas to Bach's Jesus, damn shame there, because Bach and I would've been the best damn Judas and Jesus you'd ever seen, trust me.
West End is great, but I'm hoping to make a return to the Broadway stage before too long. I also need to work on that album of mine. I'm still writing, I've only recorded a few things. I need inspiration. Maybe I'll find it. Who knows what inspiration might lie in New York? I always did find it an inspiring city. I love New York, I love the girls of the Broadway stage, I love the awful take-out food, I love the traffic problems, I love bumping into people and having them ask "Hey. Aren't you that Judas guy?"
New York. That's where I'm going. I expect to return to London in a week or two. For now, it's New York fucking City, baby!
Yours In Christ,
Tony Vincent
Lisa and I have been talking a lot lately. I can talk to her into the late hours of night and not mind it. We started out talking about religion, God, and religious stereotypes, and after exhausting those topics for an evening, we got to know each other better. It's good times, running long-distance phone bills up, don't you know?
I invited her to London to see me in We Will Rock You, and because she was unsure of when she could get over here (because two of her friends are getting married), I told her I'd come over there, give my understudy a chance to shine and strut his stuff. She refused at first; said that was too hard for me, too much of a trip, but I assured her that it wasn't a big deal at all.
I've packed most of my bags. I know I've packed too much, but I always have the most awful tendency to overpack when I travel. I called my understudy and told him what the buzz was (excuse my pun, I'm a dork), and he didn't mind. His exact words were: "Gosh Mr. Vincent, no, I'd love to fill in for you for a week or so!"
Have I mentioned lately that I love my understudy? God bless him. He's like my minute man. Most understudies prefer a few days notice for something like this, but he didn't care.
It's good to think of going back to New York: it's been a little while. I've been so tied up with WWRY that I haven't even had time for myself. As much as I love WWRY, I must confess that I miss JCS. Judas would have to be the role I enjoy playing most, and I never got to play Judas to Bach's Jesus, damn shame there, because Bach and I would've been the best damn Judas and Jesus you'd ever seen, trust me.
West End is great, but I'm hoping to make a return to the Broadway stage before too long. I also need to work on that album of mine. I'm still writing, I've only recorded a few things. I need inspiration. Maybe I'll find it. Who knows what inspiration might lie in New York? I always did find it an inspiring city. I love New York, I love the girls of the Broadway stage, I love the awful take-out food, I love the traffic problems, I love bumping into people and having them ask "Hey. Aren't you that Judas guy?"
New York. That's where I'm going. I expect to return to London in a week or two. For now, it's New York fucking City, baby!
Yours In Christ,
Tony Vincent