I wrote this before I wrote the following blog but I lost it and just found it now. This is actually an introduction to the chorus line-up below .
Do with it what you will.
So many days have flown by and so have my thoughts. I am doing and thinking too many disparate things and having trouble picking one to focus on long enough to write a blog. Also I get tired. Also the weather is divine and I am so happy to sit on my balcony with my freshly renovated furniture. Also my wifi resists powering through a brick wall to the balcony on the other side. So I remain uncommunicative though not thoughtless.
So
Stratford again:
I left you with All my Sons. Now I have added A Chorus Line to my attendance record this year. Traditionalist that I am, Renaissance woman that I am, Shakespeare aficionado that I am, I have long (mildly) resisted and (slightly) resented the introduction of musicals to the Stratford program each year, while acknowledging the necessity. Gilbert and Sullivan had been a given before I became a regular. I think it was John Neville, when he was a.d., who launched a tradition with two musicals with impeccable credentials: Kiss Me, Kate and The Boys from Syracuse. The box office returns justified the descent, if descent it was, to middle-to-lowbrow theatre.
My Mac will sleep soon if I don’t plug it in. Anon.
I may finish this today. Or not.
Obviously I didn't.
At least you know I’m still here.