I'm usually too hungry or too absorbed in my fabulous life to let very many things affect me. But tonight at 9:45 pm I was shaken to my core and I am still a weepy, shaky mess.
When Miss Patti Lupone mopped the floor and shook the rafters of the City Center with her rendition of Rose's Turn, the final number of Gypsy, all the anger, hope and sillyness that I keep bottled up inside just came pouring out. I think we're supposed to laugh with Mama Rose at this point in the story, but Miss Lupone's voice took me there. And I am strung out on her voice and her panting and her drag-me-off-the-stage-kicking-and-screaming pizzaz.
Because I'm not a theater queen. Because people singing and panting and screaming right in front of me makes me uncomfortable. Because I don't let myself go that way in public. Because this is the best show I've ever seen on the stage.
And eff what the New York Times had to say about the show. Their hateration is "unenthralling" though predictable.
If you're in town through the 29th treat yourself to history and buy tickets now.
If you're in town through the 29th treat yourself to history and buy tickets now.
3 comments:
seriously lame blog.
most people who dislike my posts have the decency to identify themselves. i take it you don't like Miss Lupone.
I do like Patti. I was referring to the the entire blog. Not just this post.
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