Tuesday, August 23, 2005
At Ripley-Grier Studios, here on 8th Avenue..
...where THE GOLDEN APPLE rehearsals are being held, until we hook up with the Symphony Orchestra on Thursday up at Riverside Church...in the background is a young kid auditioning for something with a belted and quite accurate version of Ya Gotta Have Heart! and the entire studio is abuzz with activity...who says Broadway is dead has not been down at these studios lately! Each and every room is filled with something rehearsing for the Fall season somewhere, and the confluence of talents is extraordinary...in my project alone are so many people I have worked with in the past, it's historical! And in other rooms are yet more people I have worked with, and lots that i have not...yesterday , ran into David Loud who was the original Musical Director for SPLENDORA, and now he is helping out in the Broadway-bound SWEENY TODD room, where all the actors are learning to play the show on their very own instruments...Patti Lupone is learning the tuba (!) and the two lovers play cellos, and on and on it goes...this is a take on the famed London's Donmar Warehouse's production, which recently ran there...and in another room is Randall Myler reharsing his new show about John Denver called ALMOST HEAVEN...and so on and so forth,....
But I digress: more about Pearl's Party...where did we last leave off? AH yes, the atmospheric and difficult street signs of the Hamptons...quaint but not at all useful...that being said, we did eventually find our way to The 1880 House at 2 Seafield Lane in Westhampton, and our rooms were ready and waiting for us when we got there...small but sweetly furnished, with quilts all over the damned place...we turned on the air-conditioner (such humidity I have rarely encountered) and left Peter to nap while Nancy and I went in search of lunch and silk flowers for her hat..at The Posthouse Cafe I had my first reminder of how loud and obnoxious Hamptonites can be, as the early afternoon quiet was shattered by the loud and droning voices of people with tans trying to make sure everyone knew what they bought, where they bought it and where they planned to put it in their houses...and the service at the cafe was surly and slow as well...the entire service class in the Hamptons really does not much enjoy serving its wealthier classes at all...there is an air of affront that casts a pall over the entire place...but we were nonetheless jolly...we found the flowers that were perfect for Nancy's straw hat and headed back to the B and B, where we found Peter relaxing on the bed studying his GOLDEN APPLE SCORE!.....more, later.
But I digress: more about Pearl's Party...where did we last leave off? AH yes, the atmospheric and difficult street signs of the Hamptons...quaint but not at all useful...that being said, we did eventually find our way to The 1880 House at 2 Seafield Lane in Westhampton, and our rooms were ready and waiting for us when we got there...small but sweetly furnished, with quilts all over the damned place...we turned on the air-conditioner (such humidity I have rarely encountered) and left Peter to nap while Nancy and I went in search of lunch and silk flowers for her hat..at The Posthouse Cafe I had my first reminder of how loud and obnoxious Hamptonites can be, as the early afternoon quiet was shattered by the loud and droning voices of people with tans trying to make sure everyone knew what they bought, where they bought it and where they planned to put it in their houses...and the service at the cafe was surly and slow as well...the entire service class in the Hamptons really does not much enjoy serving its wealthier classes at all...there is an air of affront that casts a pall over the entire place...but we were nonetheless jolly...we found the flowers that were perfect for Nancy's straw hat and headed back to the B and B, where we found Peter relaxing on the bed studying his GOLDEN APPLE SCORE!.....more, later.
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