Tell Nine People

Last time I was here I saw The Drowsy Chaperone and, you may remember, totally fell in love with it. It was fresh, funny, original and made me laugh till I cried. I’m still not sure if it was the monkey or the pedestal, but I sorta fell in love.

Last night, four new stalkees stole my heart. And, oddly enough, they sang about monkeys too. Doth a pattern emerge?

I would like to give Hunter Bell, Jeff Bowen, Susan Blackwell and Heidi Blickenstaff a big hug. I think I’d like to give Jeff more than a hug, but that’s a procrasturbation fantasy I’ll keep to myself for the time being.

A couple months ago, MAK sent me an email that said something to the effect of “come home right this minute and see [title of show].”

Last month, on the boat, I was talking with Bob and he told me how much he loved it.

It’s just so good. Not only is it witty, warm and wise … it’s a wee bit inspirational. It make me want to do push ups (did you see Jeff’s chest?). It makes me want to kill my vampires and be more creative. It reminds me that if you just sit down and let the monkeys drive the speed boat, good stuff can happen along with the bad.

Don't you just hate it when a review steals all the show's material and makes it indecipherable to anyone who hasn't seen it? Tough. If you're near NY, go see it. If not, go buy the OCR.

The show rings especially true for anybody who's ever tried to be creative ... in theatre or otherwise. And it's a completely enjoyable way to be reminded of the process.

Well done to the cast and creators. Each of you are just adorable. When you’re done at The Vineyard, let’s bring y’all to London.

“I’d rather be 9 people’s favorite than 100 people’s 9th favorite.”

Taint.