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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Tuesday Theorization

Cash for the merchandise... July is one of those months that I delve into foot stomping, sappy singing, productions of eras bygone. In other words- musicals. The first is always viewed on Independence Day.  The ultimate drum banging, trumpet tooting, marching uniform, library dancing, piano teacher vs. con-man. It is the epic musical of all time. I love the Music Man. I fell in love with it the minute that Robert Preston turned around his suitcase and all the salesmen found out he's the con man who is giving a black eye to all their careers.

I sing songs from Music Man all month long and I think it drives Matt nuts that he has to hear Good Night My Someone every night before he goes to sleep.  Sap runs through my veins, not so much his. If I could find somewhere that actually had dances with old-tyme dancing and someone like Buddy Hackett singing Shipoopi i would spend the whole night dressed up in ruffles and bows.

Imagine my happiness when I became an ensemble member in St. George Musical Theater's theater-in-the round production back in the early 2000's. The opening sequence to Iowa Stubborn sent shivers down my spine.  Seeing my little girl dancing in the library during Marian the Librarian was like a dream come true.

The message that musicals gave me was no matter how much you screw up your life or "con" people, you can turn your life around and make good.










I always want to sing my way through uncomfortable situations. People look at me oddly when I open my mouth and the tune to Pick-A-Little, Talk-A-Little comes out of my mouth when so much gossip is going around in my vicinity. Thank heavens most people don't know what they heck it means, sometimes though, they do: one of two things usually happen,either quiet snickers are heard or dirty looks are shot my way. I prefer the quiet snickers. One time though, to my surprise, some one joined in with my annoyance and sang out when I reached the end- pick-a-little, talk-a-little-cheep!  Boy, that was a super duper good time. We both laughed in companionship although I had no idea who the man was. I suppose he was just a man after my own heart- sarcastic and a lover of musical goodness. 

Life would be so much easier if others just learned from all that song and dance. West Side Story would teach us that hatred isn't worth going to war over especially when we don't even know what it was that started the hatred in the first place. Carosel would teach us that no matter your situation you are still worth so much more than how people treat you. You have to believe in yourself or you won't ever be truly happy with life. Yes, life throws us crap. It's how we face it that makes all the difference.  

Musicals might be boring, annoying and idiotic to some people, but to me, they are something fun through song, dance and instill life long lessons through their stories.

Do you like Musicals?  What is your favorite and why?


Monday, July 20, 2015

Writer's Block



Writing always makes me feel better, so why don't I do more of it?  What is it about the fear of bearing my soul to the world here on this blog, when I unwittingly accomplish this every time I open my mouth? Have you ever heard the saying,"too much information" or the acronym TMI? Yeah, that is me.  I share too much, so what makes it unbearable to put it down on the screen?

I don't have a problem writing in my journal, where it is a crawl to put the words down on the page; side palm gliding against the white paper ever careful not to smudge the ink with my left-hand.  You would assume there would be an ease to typing it all out, no halts from my tired fingers grasping a pencil; sharpening it when the lead breaks or dulls; worrying about smudging the graphite unreadable.

Usually, that would be true. The words smoothly flow from my brain through the keys onto the screen. I was born to type. I have always aced my timed typing tests, the 10 key number exam and the programming computer assignments. Home is anyplace my laptop is. Not right now though. My fingers hover over the keys aimless. Imagine the little yellow birdies flying around the head of a Warner Brother’s cartoon after someone hits their head. I don’t even get that. Greyness swirls between my ears. All I hear is crickets. I sure wish he was the talented one on Time Square.


Ultimately, I imagine it comes down to my need for perfection.  I desire to write something clever: a short story, poem, limerick, pun, or joke. Pepper, my muse, alludes me. Am I delusional? Is Pepper even real?  She hasn’t helped with anything creative: painting, drawing, sketching, writing- nothing, in what feels like an eon.

Instead of writing, I read. Lately, it’s been Neil Gaiman's 2 paged short stories. What he does with a string of letters, forming them into paragraphs; mirroring whatever scene that shutters into his mind equals brilliance. I crave for that ability.  

However, reading makes me doubt my talent. Do I have the flair to attract readers? Debatable. Scratch that. It's deplorable that I would even consider myself a writer of any kind. My writing is amateurish. No wonder Pepper's locked her door and hid the Key. I don't deserve her anymore.

Anyone have a metal detector?

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Delightful Next Blog Click

Today I decided that I would click on the "NEXT BLOG" button at the top of the Blogger heading on my blog.  What a great surprise came when the first blog I stumbled upon was called "Susan's Literary CafĂ©". 

Susan looks like a prolific reader. I love reading so I felt an instant liking to this woman, even though I, myself have not even finished reading her first blog entry.  I don't know if it is the fun and colorful blog heading or what but I had to read more. 





Then I found out that she has two blogs, the other of which is called "Bagels, Books and Schmooze"  all devoted to her Jewish Faith.  Another great reason to like her; as I have some Jewish blood flowing through my body. 

Wait, I wonder which part of my heritage is the toxic, unreasonable blood that won't absorb iron?  Is it the German or the Jewish little stinkers that are being stubborn? 


This blog is so educational for me.  I have not delved into any of the books reviewed on the blog and so I am looking forward to reading them. For instance Rebbe, feels like something I would completely enjoy.  My sister and her family live in Southern FL. Her kids have been able to immerse into the culture of our heritage and I love it. This is a good kicking off point for me to explore more of what made my Grandfather Field who he was.

Onward to reading more in Bagels, Books, and Schmooze


What happens when you click the Next Blog button?  Care to share in the comments?  Enjoy the fun of what you find.