We're not gonna pay RENT!
With the exception of catnaps on the bus and a sad attempt at a nap around midnight yesterday, I have been awake since 10 am yesterday. Oi. I think caffeine is fueling me.
RENT was awesome. In truth, Jai Rodriguez (Angel) and Mark Richard Ford (Collins) stole the show. Angel was absolutely perfect- flamboyant in this utterly sweet way. And if I tried to jump around in those high heels the way he does, I'd break my ass. Aw. I heart Jai. Another thing is that Ford sang his ass off. The black Baltimorean in me just wanted to throw something at him (don't worry, that's a good thing). I mean, the man sang his heart out. During I'll Cover You where Collins sings this amazing lovesong over the cast and Maia Nkenge Wilson's improvs, there was not a dry eye in the house. I was shocked speechless.
Here's another thing that shocked me: Joey Fatone didn't suck. I'm not exactly sure he played Mark, but he did play a loveable enough character and the singing was mostly spot-on (especially in Halloween and What You Own), and he didn't come off as a celebrity at all. In fact, he was only 15 feet away from us during the pre-show session, and he came off as this complete and utter boy-next-door tool guy. Yes, I said tool. Joey Fatone is a tool. But at least a non-pretentious one.
Is the irony lost on anyone else that one of America's highest paid commercial pop artists is playing a bohemian who comsiders going commercial "selling out?" That made me giggle. Heather thinks I was really excited about the whole Joey thing, but it was mostly the glee of being able to gloat to the thirteen-year old sister who's made me sit through On The Line (*shudder*) that I was 15 feet away from one of her gods.
We had excellent seats. It was great.
In other news, it's gonna start snowing tonight, or at least it should. I need to sleep.
RENT was awesome. In truth, Jai Rodriguez (Angel) and Mark Richard Ford (Collins) stole the show. Angel was absolutely perfect- flamboyant in this utterly sweet way. And if I tried to jump around in those high heels the way he does, I'd break my ass. Aw. I heart Jai. Another thing is that Ford sang his ass off. The black Baltimorean in me just wanted to throw something at him (don't worry, that's a good thing). I mean, the man sang his heart out. During I'll Cover You where Collins sings this amazing lovesong over the cast and Maia Nkenge Wilson's improvs, there was not a dry eye in the house. I was shocked speechless.
Here's another thing that shocked me: Joey Fatone didn't suck. I'm not exactly sure he played Mark, but he did play a loveable enough character and the singing was mostly spot-on (especially in Halloween and What You Own), and he didn't come off as a celebrity at all. In fact, he was only 15 feet away from us during the pre-show session, and he came off as this complete and utter boy-next-door tool guy. Yes, I said tool. Joey Fatone is a tool. But at least a non-pretentious one.
Is the irony lost on anyone else that one of America's highest paid commercial pop artists is playing a bohemian who comsiders going commercial "selling out?" That made me giggle. Heather thinks I was really excited about the whole Joey thing, but it was mostly the glee of being able to gloat to the thirteen-year old sister who's made me sit through On The Line (*shudder*) that I was 15 feet away from one of her gods.
We had excellent seats. It was great.
In other news, it's gonna start snowing tonight, or at least it should. I need to sleep.