It’s awards season I suppose. The morning news people were breathlessly announcing who got nominated for what award and we all know that this award nomination generally, but not always portends a nomination for another award and on and on and on until I can’t take it anymore.
First of all, I never trust an industry that gives out awards to itself based on subjective criteria. You want to be the best? Run from here to there faster than anyone else and you win. That’s it. Done.
I saw an ad for a movie where a woman totes what looks to be a 60 or 70 pound back pack around like it’s filled with helium balloons and wadded up newspaper.
I know actors and I respect acting. It’s not an easy way to make a living.
I just don’t why this stuff is news anymore.
Feeling lucky are ya? Well, how about this one?
Last evening the David Bromberg Quintet played at a theatre about 20 miles from here just across the Susquehanna River in the fair city of York, PA. I don’t feel the need to explain David Bromberg and his music but in the interest of broadening your horizons you should look at the link below.
First of all I find a place to park on the street – Six bucks saved by not having to park in the garage. I’m off to a good start.
Waiting in line at the box office a fellow behind me asks if I need a ticket. I say yes but I’m suspicious. He continues – ” My wife bought three tickets online and we can only use two since my teenage daughter is unable to attend the show tonight. ” That’s good I think, he’s exposing his kid to some really fine music. I feel at ease.
He hands me the ticket – Face value – $40. ” Give me 20,” he says. “That way I only have to eat half.”
I look at the ducat – It’s in row B as in row B right behind row A which is as close to the stage as you can get.
Isthmus be my lucky day.
Never hit on 17 when you play against the dealer. Even if it is your lucky day.
Keen eyed and sharp minded followers of this space may recall that about a month ago I wrote about my run in with a Non- Improv Event.
To recap: I saw a poster advertising Improv for Adults at my local library and on a whim I signed up for the class. It’s free, it’s one hour – what have I got to lose?
You may recall that the Improv teacher turned out to be a no show and the class was cancelled.
I say – How long do we have to wait? Is it 5 minutes for a TA, 10 for an Associate Professor and 15 for a full tenured Prof. Nobody gets my joke. We leave but as we filter out of the room we all say – See you next month.
And wouldn’t you know it ? Next month is already here. I get an email yesterday confirming the class. I’m getting psyched. I’m thinking funny. I’m acting funny. Funny is my middle name. And then – today…
Another email arrives today saying – Hey Bub – Guess what? The Improv class you thought you were going to tomorrow night is cancelled ! We’ll save you the trip.
I’m now oh for two in the Improv class department. I’m batting point zero zero zero. I’m so far below the Mendoza line that I can’t outrun a three legged dog.
Keen eyed and sharp minded will have to wait another month to be funny.