Theatrical Update:

Tonight's opening night for A Christmas Carol, which is going well enough. I've got two dances during the show--for an untrained, overweight, formerly Southern Baptist white guy I guess I do okay. I've had a couple of people remark on how well I dance. Hopefully by the end of the run my legs won't be sore every night, and maybe I'll have dropped a pound or two.

During Wednesday night's dress rehearsal, Turkey Boy ("What day is today?" "What are you, nuts? It's Christmas" "Oh, the spirits have done it all in one night--go get a Turkey for Bob Cratchit" "Okay") stuck a pin into one of the electrical outlets running in the raceway that also contains the dressing room makeup lights, and tripped the circuit breaker for those lights, sending the dressing room into semi-darkness for the remainder of the rehearsal. How he's managed to make it to fifteen or so without winning a Darwin award is beyond me.

Auditions this weekend: I've been asked to go out for Officer Krupke in West Side Story--such is the curse of being 37, I guess. It sucks to be stuck with a non-singing role in that particular show, though. Also, auditions for The Underpants, which I actually want very much to do. In fact, it's the single show I want most, and it has a role that's ideal for me. Now I just have to arrange getting it. ALSO this weekend, auditions for The Great American Trailer Park Musical which is mostly precast, and Scapin, which I've been previously informed that I won't be getting a part in by the director.

There's a hole in daddy's arm...

On the way to lunch today, I was listening to WEVL and caught the tail end of an R&B cover version of John Prine's "Sam Stone." A perfunctory glance around the internets led me to conclude that the artist most likely responsible for this is one Swamp Dogg, who recorded a cover version in 1972 on the now-defunct Cream records.

Will someone add this to Cab Calloway's cover of "If I Were A Rich Man" on the list of things I must obtain copies of?