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February, 2008

  1. How Jesse L. Martin and Mr. S ruined Rent

    February 17, 2008 by me

    I had a choir teacher named Mr. S in high school, who, every-time one of the sopranos would sing off-key (or tenors or basses, cause it was never us altos…) would turn his ear to the sky in disgust, as if the off-pitch hurt so much it made his ear turn upwards. And he has officially ruined me for life.

    In high school, I was also lucky enough to go to New York to see the original cast of Rent…we’re talking Taye Diggs, Idina Menzel, the guy from Adventures in Babysitting (Anthony Rapp), and Jesse L. Martin…yes, before he became the beloved cop in Law and Order, he was Tom Collins in Rent. And he was the best Tom Collins I have ever heard. The richness of his tone, the pitch, the soul-wrenching honest performance he gave in Rent is something that stays with you forever. You were bawling by the time he finished his last note. He was THAT good.

    And this is why Jesse L. Martin and Mr. S ruined tonight’s performance of Rent.

    On an “exclusive” engagement for only a week, the touring company of Rent performed mediocre, at best, and the two headlining features, touted as “as seen on American Idol” fame, sucked. There is just no other word to describe them. Not only was the pitch gone (I was constantly turning my ear up to the heavens on many of Roger’s songs), but the emotionally charged performances that are supposed to accompany the brilliance of the music…totally non-existent. I wanted to shake both of these performers (Heinz Winckler, the South African Idol, playing Roger; and Anwar F Robinson, the “technically the best singer of the competition” American Idol, who played Tom Collins)…I wanted to shake them and tell that the brilliant words they are trying to sing, the emotionally charged lyrics, were not meant to be sung by deer-in-headlights. This is what Roger consitantly looked like…not only deer-in-headlights, but the minute he knew he was going for a high note, he took an opera stance (both feet planted on the ground, deep breath, extend from the legs…and sing.).  I could get over the fact that sometimes he couldn’t reach his pitches, but come on, learn how to act for the stage. This isn’t Idol. This is live theatre.

    What I couldn’t get over was Tom Collins performance. If you could call it that. He just stood there. I just knew something was off in the beginning when you really didn’t care about him singing because Angel was outshining him. I remember Jesse L. Martin totally holding his own with the supposed to outshine Angel (played by Wilson Jermaine Heredia), and I remember loving them both, crying with them both.  This Tom Collins, the supposed great singer from American Idol…I don’t think so. I’ll Cover You, this indescribable song when sung correctly, get you deep in the core gut, hits you over the head with that feeling of loss and love and grief, and by the end of the explosive song, you just want to give the singer (if sung right) a standing ovation, but you are too busy sobbing uncontrollably in your seat. THIS is how you are supposed to feel after the song. Not “oh-my-god, just have some damn emotion already”!!! I, as an audience member, am not supposed to feel this way…I am not supposed to want to jump up on stage and just shake the actor to the core…I am not supposed to not cry…I am supposed to be sobbing uncontrollably, not cursing Jesse L. Martin for being so goddamn good.

    So I don’t care what American Idol or reality show you have been on, if you can’t deliver the goods, don’t go on stage.

    I will say that Maureen was excellent (Christine Dwyer), Mimi (Jennifer Colby Talton) worked her railing like nobody’s business, Joanne (Onyie Nwachuka) had an annoying lisp that I just couldn’t get past, the soloist for Seasons of Love needed to get past her gospel-esque voice runs, and that everyone else was pretty average. I will say that since I was no longer interested in hearing Roger or Tom Collins sing, I was impressed by chorus members Hannah Shankman and Devon Settles, Jr. They had great presence and stood out among a somewhat mediocre swing cast.

    I love Rent. I love the music, I love the concept…I even own the movie, even though it kinda sucks. At least it has some of the original castmembers in it. And it has Jesse L. Martin. I was fortunate to have seen the original cast production in its glory days…when people would camp out in front of the theatre just for tickets…when people were passionate about the music and the message…and when musicals weren’t getting overrun by reality TV contestants.

    I get it though…musicals are here to make money, right?  I mean, they are becoming just like movies, where I have learned that moviemaking isn’t about the story, it’s about the bottom line…I get that you have to sell tickets in order to make a musical.

    But it was someone like Jonathan Larson who looked past the commodity of it all and just wrote it to express his life, his passions. And he wrote one of the most unique and memorable musicals ever made. And even though I was sorely disappointed with the touring company of Rent, it just goes to show you that, anyone can sing these words, (no matter how suck-ly), These words of Rent…they are the music and lyrics that stay with you for a lifetime. No day but today.


  2. Roseweaver…Bitter Romantic at Large

    February 15, 2008 by roseweaver

    Happy Valentine’s Day!

    Yes, even this bitter romantic at large likes Valentine’s Day (although I did mention to someone today that the sugar heart cookies tasted a little bitter…) But come on, how can you not love a day full of love? Beyond the commercialism of it all, beyond Hallmark greetings and wilted flowers, I still truly believe in love…like today, driving home, I see so many people in the world, just going about their daily routine, and I think, they are living, they are breathing just like me, and someone out there is waiting for them to get home, waiting to hear their voices, and someone is waiting to hold their hand… and somehow, knowing that I am part of that world, makes me happy. Yes, I’m single, and yes, I’m fine! I still believe that in this humongous world we live in that there is still one (or two…or three…or five) love (s?) of my life waiting for me. Timing is everything. I believe in that (although somehow writing it down trying to justify it into writing makes it seem like I dont…but I digress…)

    There are people out there who are just waiting for me to break into their world and fill it with love and joy and all that crap. Yes, I’m a romantic. Yes, I am loyal to a fault. and Yes, I am learning that you can’t really count on anyone but yourself these days for recognition, for love, for positive feedback, for anything really. we have become so self-sufficient that sometimes I wonder how I could possibly fit the love of my life into my already hectic and chaotic life…in a world where everything can be ordered from the Internet, and if you wanted to hide from the world you could and still survive, how are we still finding time for love? Everyone I have talked to (who are in or have been in love) tell me that they were not looking for it, it just happened, it was one of those destiny’s phenomenons that happen in life…and they are perfectly happy (by no means perfect, by no means happy all the time), but they are going on their 2nd, 5th, 35th years together. And that makes me happy. That they found love. That people I love find love. That people all over the world find love everyday.

    Today used to depress me. Dont get me started on the Valentine’s Day Massacre in high school when I was the only one in my class NOT to receive a carnation from someone (but I went on to become the homecoming queen, so don’t feel too bad).  I used to loathe this day to the ultimate extreme. People making out in the halls, bus stops, classrooms, psh, like I needed someone on my arm to validate my life. But then something happened, unexpectedly (like it always does), and my icy facade began to melt away. What was it?

    I fell in love.

    Head over heels, can’t breathe without you love. The love they write about. The love they sing about. I, bitter romantic at large, was lucky enough to experience that kind of love.

    And like all good things, it came and it went, but not without leaving a lasting impression on my now somewhat jaded heart. Sure there were tears, Sure there were letters written and pictures burned and all that stuff associated with the fall that comes from the cloud 9 plunge into reality, but for me, it was worth it. It made a believer out of me. And sure, I still take a bitter bite of the Valentine’s Day chocolate…but I know that it will happen again, I am almost positive it will. And for now, I have people who love me. I have friends who bring me Valentine’s Day chocolates to bring a smile to my face. I have family who sends me flowers (even if they are virtual ones) to make sure I know I am loved. And I have a dog whose sole purpose is to love me unconditionally. I feel lucky to have fallen in love. And somehow, reading the two chapters from my “unpublished” novel “Midlife Crisis of a Teenager”, makes me even more optimistic for my future love(s?)

    Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope you know that I love you all.

    **To read excerpts from “Midlife Crisis of a Teenager”, click on the upper right corner button entitled “Excerpts from my Memoirs”**


  3. Pop-Up Lost

    February 2, 2008 by roseweaver

    Oh, Lost, how I’ve missed you. The recap was fabulous on Wednesday night, even though I thought I would get sick of the constant popping of lower thirds, I actually quite enjoyed this change of TV pace. It helped that I hadn’t seen a Lost episode since it last aired (last spring!) so the pop-ups helped a lot. I also got a kick out of the “Easter egg” pop-ups which were basically Lost tidbits that might not have been know…like did you know the funeral parlor’s name spells FLASH FORWARD? Or that the doctor who was treating Jack’s crash victim had the same last name as Bernard? I KNOW! These facts keep me a Lost fan for life! And I didn’t even start watching Lost till the second season! (of course I had to go back to the first season, but by this time it was conveniently on DVD…no cliffhanging commercials!) So Wednesdays Pop-Up Lost made me hungry for the season premiere.

    FLASH FORWARD (haha) to Thursday night when not only was it snowing like mad (current totals = 6inches), but I had a screening party to attend. So there we were: four Lost fans ready for the premiere…how do you tell a real fan from a fair-weather fan? A real fan actually watches the program LIVE! whereas a fair-weather fan TiVos. I can honestly say, Lost is one of those shows that I wouldn’t mind watching LIVE. I know, crazy. So the premiere happens, confuses us all yet again, and we’re screaming at the TV, trying to formalize in our heads what the heck just happened…and just when you think you have it (Oceanic 6?! There are only 6 survivors?!?), that damn cut to a black screen and cue the Lost title pops up and you just scream! Ah, interactive TV. Who needs reality TV?

    So this Lost fan is confused, but loving it, because finally there is a show with good writing, and character development back on TV…at least for the next seven weeks, as the Writer’s Strike halted their production after 8 episodes. So the inevitable end will come if the Strike continues, but until then, I will be setting my TiVo (or watching it Live!) every week.

    RATING: TIVO IT! (or watch it live with a group of fellow Lost-ites)