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itsdlevy: itsdlevy: me2ism: me2ism: “Overture” from ANNIE I...

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 21:41:12 -0400

itsdlevy:

me2ism:

me2ism:

“Overture” from ANNIE

I absolutely love the shit out of every second of this.

So apparently this has been CUT from the revival?!?!?

~~Perhaps there are more important things in the world to be concerned about.~~

I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Donald and I have been jointly seething about this since last night.

Ugh, this is still bothering me.

Great overtures pre-1964 were pretty common. But I’d say the one-two punch of Cabaret and Fiddler on the Roof ensured that overtures’ time was limited. (We’d like to thank you, Harold Prince, for really showing us the way.) I mean, what are the really great overtures beyond that era? I can think of three: Promises, Promises; Annie; and Merrily We Roll Along. (Sure, some other shows had overtures—Mack & Mabel comes to mind—but these three are worthy of induction into the hall of fame alongside Candide, Gypsy, Funny Girl, and Forum.)

What are your favorite post-1964 overtures?

The Fully Monty has a fun overture! Ditto Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

Frustrations.

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 16:32:14 -0400

1. People who fight about politics on Pinterest.

2. Also, YouTube.

3. The fact that there are only 24 hours in the day.

4. And that I do not have a time turner.

5. And also, I just got new pages put in my passport. Which is the non-frustrating outcome of a really, really frustrating (and also expensive) process that’s really borne out of a lovely situation. And that situation is that you travel so much that your damn passport is full.

The afterlife, rinse, repeat...

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 08:06:57 -0400

My hell is transcribing interviews. On an airplane. While banking in turbulence. If I go to hell, I will do this for eternity.

fyeahtaylorhanson: minutewithoutyou: Can I just say I love...

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 23:30:01 -0400

fyeahtaylorhanson:

minutewithoutyou:

Can I just say I love that he’s wearing velcro shoes?

Can I just say I love everything about him in this picture. Especially the way he’s sitting.

Gus Van Sant took this picture.

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's dlevy!: College Essay Topic

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 14:33:55 -0400

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's dlevy!: College Essay Topic:

thestepsofthepalace:

somethingbypuccini:

too-many-mornings:

cutlerpanda:

Me coming out to my whole school. Pretty good story, if I do say so myself.

I did mine on Sondheim, MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG, INTO THE WOODS, my Grandfather and Cheesecake.

Needless to say, I was…

Mine: Community theater as therapy. Really.

Coffee shop. Prince Rupert, BC (Taken with Instagram at...

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 10:21:38 -0400

Coffee shop. Prince Rupert, BC (Taken with Instagram at Cowpuccino’s)

Fascinator (Taken with instagram)

Mon, 28 May 2012 18:51:13 -0400

Fascinator (Taken with instagram)

"She tries to drown my thoughts, like kittens."

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 00:58:00 -0400

“She tries to drown my thoughts, like kittens.”

- Anatole Broyard, Kafka Was the Rage

Panarea, Aeolian Islands, Italy

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 00:49:00 -0400

Panarea, Aeolian Islands, Italy

This arrived today.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 17:09:29 -0400

This arrived today.

This happened last week.

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 20:24:23 -0400

I get on the A train at midnight, post-show, and get the seat I want by the door, on the end.

And I see a boy on the other side and my first thought is that he’s cute – that kind of ragtag Brooklyn boy with a beard and a backpack heading downtown after hanging out with friends in Inwood, Washington Heights, the Bronx. The far reaches. I like how he looks, how his eyes have a fierce, dark glitter behind them, and the palms of his hands are strong and wide.

I wonder if I should flirt with him. Do the eye thing. But he’s probably younger than me. Twenty-four or 25.

But as the train pulls out of the station, I see that his hands are stained between his fingers. Kind of greenish. And his clothes are more then negligently, beautifully rumpled. More than a night out in a bar, or a party somewhere.

He bobs his head up and down as the train barrels through the tunnel and his nose starts to drip. He doesn’t do anything to stop it. I know I should stop staring, but I don’t. He watches out the opposite window as though he’s seeing something more than just blackness.

And maybe he sees me staring, but maybe he doesn’t. And maybe all he sees is the question on my face, because he reaches down, and pulls up the sleeve of his black jacket, and then the sleeve of the threadbare peach sweater underneath, all the way to the elbow. And they’re there, because I knew they would be there before I even saw them. Dozens and dozens of angry red needle marks, some of them bruised and turning blue-black. Then he does the exact same thing with his other arm, slow and matter-of-fact. He rolls his sleeve back down and touches his ankle. He doesn’t have to show me what’s there.

I know all of this is for me. For my rudeness.

I want to say to him, I’m sorry. I’m staring at you because I want to come over there. I want to walk two feet across the train and sit next to you and ask you what’s wrong. But even if he could give an answer, could come out of his dream long enough, there wouldn’t be much I could do. I get off at West 4^th Street. He stays on the train, keeps heading downtown, to Brooklyn or oblivion or both.

Ocho Restaurant, Hotel Havana; San Antonio, Texas

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 12:36:48 -0500

Ocho Restaurant, Hotel Havana; San Antonio, Texas

Viceroy Hotel, Palm Springs

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 23:24:16 -0500

Viceroy Hotel, Palm Springs

Between rain showers at the Jardins des Plantes, Paris

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 10:01:00 -0500

Between rain showers at the Jardins des Plantes, Paris

Hotel Aigialos, Santorini

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:21:00 -0500

Hotel Aigialos, Santorini

Ace Hotel and Swim Club, Palm Springs

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:18:22 -0500

Ace Hotel and Swim Club, Palm Springs

Pool at the Bulgari Hotel, Milan

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 23:07:59 -0500

Pool at the Bulgari Hotel, Milan

Bastia, Corsica; June, 2008

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 07:13:00 -0500

Bastia, Corsica; June, 2008

Byblos Art Hotel, Verona

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 21:32:10 -0500

Byblos Art Hotel, Verona

"The thing I figured out soon after I applied was that, on Gilligan’s Island, it wasn’t..."

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 23:20:40 -0500

“The thing I figured out soon after I applied was that, on Gilligan’s Island, it wasn’t the Professor who went to Harvard. It was Mr. Howell — the rich man. That was something of a revelation.”

- Misha Glouberman, The Chairs Are Where the People Go