Monday, November 25, 2013

Just Be

Sometime’s you just have to be. If you know me ... I mean really know me ... you know I’m always running around or have something to do. I think it’s in my blood. Maybe I’m used to always being on the go with a list of errands because that’s what I’m used to. 

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve started to write things down. My daily “To Do” list. I like seeing items being crossed off. It makes me feel accomplished. I even put “Go To Work!” However, I didn’t work today. It’s my Sunday! My “To Do” list looked a little like this today.

  1. Go to a barre or pilates class (I’ve been eating a lot lately. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone but I baked cookies and am consuming the gluteny goodness as I type).
  2. Get a mani/pedi for Thanksgiving 
  3. Book car for airport
  4. Pack
  5. Do laundry
  6. Start Christmas cards (Chanukah and Turkey Day cards were already sent)
  7. Go out at night and do something
  8. Pick up my Rx

I’m usually pretty good with my list. Today, not so much. I didn’t go to any class AND I had three to choose from. I didn’t get a mani/pedi. Now, I have to do that tomorrow before work at 3:30pm. I also have to do no. 7 and no 3 tomorrow. I did start packing and I did do laundry, but I did not finish Christmas cards. I didn’t go out either. The going out part was the indecisive me. If you know me well you know how difficult it is for me to make decisions ... even the smallest ones. I had high hopes of going out tonight. I am a real homebody. I love being home. The cold weather we’re having in New York doesn’t encourage one to go out either. BUT, I did ask some people about going out. All were in for the night. Others were working. One person was a maybe. So this was my night as I tried to decide whether to go out.

  1. Wrote a couple more Christmas cards
  2. Drank wine
  3. Baked cookies 
  4. Eat cookies
  5. Continue my Gilmore Girls marathon
  6. Text friends in hopes of encouragement to go out
  7. Shower
  8. Get dressed and ready to go out
  9. Get back on the couch and watch Gilmore Girls (I have the entire show on DVD)
  10. Put on make up
  11. Watch more Gilmore Girls
  12. Eat veggies
  13. Drink cup #10 of tea  ... in front of the tv  ... watching Gilmore Girls (FYI: I’ve had 3 different types of tea today)
  14. Eat more gluteny cookies (I took some gluten cutter my dad gave me this year. Not sure if it works, but I like to pretend it does)
  15. Decide to stay in
  16. Text my friends with my decision. They’re probably all like “Thank God! She finally made up her mind and will stop asking me!” 
  17. Get back in comfy clothes :)
  18. Decide to write a blog about staying in ... while watching Gilmore Girls

So bottom-line. I did not accomplish everything on my “To Do” list. I didn’t go, but I am slowly learning that It’s okay to just be. Oh geez... now the Kinky Boots track “Raise You Up/Just Be” is in my head.

19. Listen to that song on my iPod

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Reflection


L’Shanah Tovah! It’s about to be a new year in the Jewish calendar! It’s a special time of year for those of us who celebrate. I have fond memories of growing up and going to synagogue with my parents for the High Holidays. I loved the shofar, apples and honey, sponge cake and prayer. As I grow older though, the holidays have become more of a time of reflection. I’m not perfect. Nobody is. So I look back at the things I could have done differently. I also reflect on the things I have. I have a lot of stuff. It’s good stuff. I’m lucky to be able to say I have stuff (or clutter as I guess you can call it). I mean do I really need all these shoes and clothes?! I have three bags of clothing and shoes that I’ve been meaning to sell for months. However, in honor of the New Year I will donate them to those who need it. It’s a move to de-clutter my life of things I don’t need. 

What one always needs is family and friends. I am eternally grateful for those in my life. I would not be in this amazing city if it wasn’t for the love and support of each and every one of them. They have each left a handprint on my heart. I have met my close friends here in New York through my love of Broadway. I have Priscilla Queen of the Desert the Musical to thank for that. It’s the friends ... the family ... the random messages I get throughout the day, from family and friends I have all over the country, that remind me of all I have to be thankful for. 

This is the time of year I also begin to look back at what I’ve given to others. I like to make people happy. I love to sprinkle love and happiness around. Whether it’s moving a story at work to affiliates around the country that I think will put a smile on someone’s face, giving Valentine’s to the homeless, giving random gifts, or just making someone smile with my “jazism’s.” 

More importantly though, Rosh Hashanah is a time ... at least for me ... to give thanks. I am thankful for where I am. Sure, there are things about my life that I need to work on and change. There is a balance I need to find and something “magical” that happens every day that ... when it happens ... I need to stop and say, “That was a magical moment.” Every day there is something magical that we need to acknowledge.

So as the High Holidays begin I’d like to share what a Rabbi recently wrote. “May we be inspired by the Jewish tradition’s message that each of us has the potential to renew our lives in meaningful ways, repair that which is broken, and together, build a world of justice and peace. Jewish tradition demands that we live exemplary lives of hope and kindness, stepping in to the breach and shining the light of goodness where there is darkness. In the spirit of this season we pray for peace and safety for everyone.”

Monday, July 8, 2013

Ain't No Lying, "Steve Kazee and the Shiny Liars" are True Talent


Things that make me happy. Great friends, great music, great food, popcorn and express trains to Brooklyn! I got all of those tonight. My day off started rocky. I was feeling pretty craptastic. I spent most of my day on the couch drinking water/tea, sleeping and watching Laguna Beach! Despite my feeling bad, there was no way my not feeling great was keeping me from seeing Steve Kazee and the Shiny Liars at 54 Below. I’d seen Steve and his band before, when he debuted his songs for the first time earlier this year. I couldn’t wait to see them again. Being that Monday night is my night off and the only time I could see them perform during this second set of performances .... I lassoed my friends up and headed into the city.

Those of you who have read my blogs from my pre-New York days know that they are a mix of philosophy, poetry and Broadway. You also know that I like to support Broadway performers outside the theatre ... from Adinah Alexander, Nick Adams, John Jeffrey Martin to Steve Kazee, etc.

Steve’s music is real ... sweet ...  and gritty... all in one. It's kind of like a really good egg roll with that duck sauce you always need to ask for more of because it’s just that good and everyone wants it! There’s nothing better than hearing talent wrapped around with great talent. Can you tell I’m hungry? 

Anyway, that’s what Steve Kazee and the Shiny Liars are. A just plain good combination that you’ll want to order more of. They’ll be performing at 54 Below this Wednesday (7/10), Thursday (7/11), Friday (7/12) and Saturday night (7/13). I’ll be working ... so that’s my excuse for not being able to go ... again. But, what's yours?  Trust me. You’ll be howling for more. Hoooooooowl! If you go to the show ... you’ll get that and not just think I'm coo-coo.


Friday, June 14, 2013

Land of Lola


It’s been a busy month, so I apologize for the lack of posts. My best friend was in town and I went to the Tony Awards. I cheered on Team Kinky Boots! They picked up 6 Tony’s, including Best Musical! 

Speaking of Kinky Boots The Musical. I went for the 16th time this week. Hey! It’s the first time post-Tony’s ... so no grumblings and rumblings from the peanut gallery who thinks I’m coo-coo for cocoa puffs. While it was my 16th time, it was something brand new for the woman next to me.

One thing I love about the theatre is that you get to meet people from all over. That is very true here in New York, where many of the people that go to theatre are here on vacation. However, many people travel from New Jersey as well. This woman had done just that. So, what makes her so special? As she settled into her seat she turned to me and told me it was her 45th Birthday! Not only that ... it was her first musical! I told her she was in for a treat, explained her “partial view” wasn’t so partial and that she would love Kinky Boots. Naturally, the next question was, “You’ve seen this before?” She got giddy like a girl on her first day of school when I told her how many times I had seen the show! So we discussed the characters, “Martha” the mullet (a factory worker wears a mullet which I have named “Martha”) and different Broadway discount ticket websites. 

As “Don” came out and the music started I knew this was going to be the best Birthday present this woman ever gave herself. It was like Christmas in June for her! Her reactions where priceless! She tugged at my shoulder to point out things to me! I think she gasped and had her hands over her mouth in awe of what she was seeing for much of the first act! When the first act ended she was definitely saying “Yeah!” So were the 5 women behind me and the mother and son in front of me. My new friend next to me turned around to the women behind us and was like, “Oh my god! This is amazing!”  Then she pointed to me and was like, “She’s seen it 16 times!” I always get the, “Why?” and “Are you rich?” questions. Going to the theatre in New York is not ... let’s say ... inexpensive. I always respond with a laugh. Anyway, the ladies behind me gushed about the show. We chatted for a bit and then the mother and son (from Detroit) in the front row came back. No, they hadn’t gone to the bathroom. They literally bought out the entire merchandise display (minus the socks that are still out of stock)! I think I persuaded everyone to by a hoodie too. The hoodies are like butter! They are soft, silky and smooth. I digress. So the mom tells us how her young son is an aspiring actor and wants to be on Broadway. Then she pulls out her phone and shows us a picture of her son with Hugh Jackman! Turns out Hugh had mistaken her son for his son because they look alike. Hugh took a picture with the boy so all three could laugh about it one day. Moments later Act 2 began and we entered the Land of Lola again. My new friend cheered wildly. The whole second act was her gasping, crying and applauding. The woman behind me even gave Stark a standing ovation after his big solo. 

So, yes. I’ve seen the show a lot. This time I saw it a bit differently. I saw it through the eyes of a woman ... from New Jersey ... who was experiencing her first musical. As the ovation ended she turned to me and said, “Thank you. Thank you for sharing my Birthday with me. I get it.”

That’s the thing about Broadway, where the community is so close. You are with people who get it. Who realize what they are seeing on stage is something they won’t experience anywhere else in the world. There is only one Broadway. There is only one Great White Way. It brings people together from all corners of the world. For those two hours we experience the best the theatre-world has to offer. We experience the same thing ... and we get it. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Good JuJu


Good JuJu. Yes, I’m talking about the happy feeling you get from certain objects ... and more importantly ... people. I never really knew anyone with good JuJu before I moved to New York. Now I can say I do. I mean there are positive vibes I get from people all the time, but never before positive energy. Well, these two people I’m about to mention have good JuJu. They always leave my smiling.

The first is my pilates instructor. I don’t see her one-on-one often. It costs a lot of money. However, when I do see Anna, I always leave a little in pain but very happy. Her good JuJu just bounces off her the moment you see her. While she reforms my body on the reformer we talk. We talk about lives... work ... men (the lack of decent ones lately) ... Broadway ... dance ... things of that nature. She’s like a shrink for my body and my mind! It’s worth every penny I spend each time I see her. Just thinking of her makes me smile.

I work in television news, so finding good JuJu to spread is sometimes like finding a needle in the haystack. My goal every day at work is to find at least one story that I hope will bring good JuJu to someone. Sometimes the stories are really sad stories that turn into positive ones. I tend to be drawn to those stories more.

For me, the talented and funny Steve Kazee fits that kind of JuJu. I think part of the reason he’s so loved is because everyone can see a little bit of themselves in him. I mean we’ve all had our heart broken ... we’ve all had setbacks .... we’ve all had losses and hit bumpy roads on our journey of life. Steve performed some of his original music last night at Below 54. As some of you know, I try to support the actors and singers of Broadway OUTSIDE the theatre in which they perform. So, it was good seeing Steve back up there on a stage and singing his own music. The songs were really great and it was nice to see Steve be Steve and not just Steve, “The guy who won a Tony for ‘Guy’ in Once.” I always think it’s great to hear an artist’s own music. You can learn a lot about the person ... and sometimes even learn something about you through others words. 

When a person writes ... whether it be lyrics, a biography, a blog ... it’s little pieces of them that they are sharing with you. Little footprints they are leaving behind in one’s heart.

I’ve left behind the musician, the ballet dancer, the poet, the storyteller, the cheerleader, the spy ... but they are still part of the fabric of my being. I may not play an instrument anymore but I do go hear the symphony. I may not wear tutu’s anymore but I do dance. I may not write poems anymore but I write for work and recreation. I may not stand on the sidelines of a football game and cheer on a team but I cheer on my friends. You get the picture.

As I’ve said before. We are all connected in one way or another. Through this blog. Through Facebook. Through work. Through school. Through friends. Through Twitter. Through family. We are all connected by living on this planet. Every day we have a chance to make a footprint in someone’s life. 


I'm attaching a some links. One is for the ever sweet John Jeffrey Martin ... now in Kinky Boots on Broadway .. a show that leaves you blanketed in good JuJu! 

The other is of Steve Kazee's pre-Below 54 press for the show.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A Major Award



It’s Tony time! It’s that exciting time of the year when the lights of The Great White Way shine a bit brighter. Needless to say, everybody said “Yeah!” when Kinky Boots got 13 nods! Well, this fan of the show did! I mean, who will the Lucky Guy holding the Tony next month be? Stark Sands or Billy Porter? Maybe they’ll tie! 

Tony day is a bit like the holidays for theatre-lovers. It’s like we’re Counting Down To Christmas. Then ... when Christmas finally arrives ... we say Bring it On! 

Maybe there will be a Cinderella story. I mean, there’s usually one in the Final 4! This isn’t basketball though. I mean the Tony Awards is a contest ... in a fun, not mean kinda of way. It leaves all the nominees thinking it’s not impossible, but that it IS possible.  For them ... this is the time leading up to that One Perfect Moment. It’s the "When I Grow Up" I wanna be a Tony nominee moment come true.

Bottom line. There is no loser (at least in my book). The musical, plays, directors, actors, etc. all win. So a big congratulations to all the nominees and a big thank you from this theatre fan to everyone on Broadway for all you do. 

Monday, April 15, 2013

The Marathon


Sometimes working in the news business sucks. I enjoy having a pulse on what’s going on daily across the world and the U.S. However, on a day when tragedy strikes ... there’s nothing worse (at least for me) then watching it unfold. It’s my night off and I was not needed at work to help cover the attack at the Boston Marathon. Do I feel guilty for not being there? Of course. However, I have been there for 9/11, Newtown, Columbine, and the Shoe Bomber. These are just some of the senseless attacks, or attempted attacks, I’ve had to cover of the years. 

It’s during these times ... especially ... that we need to remember that we are all human beings. We all have purpose and life on this earth ... and it’s not to kill or injure one another. There are other ways to communicate then through acts of terror. 

Nobody has the answer as to how to end this senseless violence ... in our schools, in our businesses ... on our streets. I just know it needs to end.

Incidents like these always make us stop and reflect. I know I’ve blogged about this before in “Footprints in the Sand,” back in 2011. Did I tell those I love, “I love you.” Did I do everything I wanted to do today? Did I do something nice for someone? If I died today would I be happy with how I’d be remembered? Would I even be remembered? I ask those questions after every horrible attack. Why? What happened in Boston can happen anywhere  ...  at anytime. It happens every day in cities sprinkled across the world, while we are asleep in our beds. 

Life changed in an instant for hundreds of people who just wanted to run a marathon or stand on the side and cheer their friends and family on. A marathon ends. A marathon is a race ... a race against time ... a race against others ... to the finish line. This marathon ended in a way that should not have. 

Marathon: “Any contest, event, or the like, of great, or greater than normal, length or duration or requiring the exceptional endurance.”- Dictionary.com

Well, this marathon fight against violence and terror needs exceptional endurance. I know that. I pray that that endurance to end terror and violence never stops. My heart aches for those dealing with this tragedy. I give thanks for those who are coming to the aide of those in need. I pray for those angels who are now looking over us. And I hope ...and I pray ...  that this marathon of violence ... here and overseas ... can one day end. 

While there is (as far as I know) no recorded winner of the Boston Marathon... the winners are those who are helping others in their hour of need. Not only in Boston right now ... at this very minute ... but those that come to the aid of people ... every day ... all around the globe.  May God bless you all.