Saturday, May 27, 2017

A Journey Interrupted: Etiquette and The Great White Way

When I think about Broadway I think of these words: Magical, transformative, community, inspiring, storied. When I think about some of the people who attend Broadway shows I think of these words: rude …well... just rude. Never, “In My Dreams,” had I ever thought I’d have an urge to write this kind of blog post. However, here goes my mini-rant about just some of the audience at today’s matinee of Anastasia.

*Phones. Yup… the use of cell phones was alive and well. Why are you at a show texting and reading your mail?! WHY? Is it really that urgent?! Do you really think nobody can see the bright iPhone screen? Put your phone away and stop texting OR taking pictures. Yes. One person snapped photos and I just wanted to yell “Put the phone down and enjoy the performance! Live in the moment not through your screen!” “Learn To Do It.”

*I understand that people need to get up and leave during a show for various reasons. They need to use the restroom. They need to stretch their legs. Whatever. It’s totally understandable. However, to get up in a middle of a number is just … rude. Not just any number but “Journey to the Past.” Like come on? “Stay, I Pray You!” Even the person behind me audibly sighed. I just don’t understand getting up mid-number unless you’re having some kind of medical emergency. 

*Eating. Don’t get me started. This is what I heard during “Paris Holds the Key (To Your Heart)…. crinkling of multiple plastic wrappers. Not just one moment of crinkling. The whole track had crinkling over it. Would you do that during an entire work meeting? I don’t think so. 

*Leaving during curtain call. I think it’s horribly rude to leave during curtain call. The musicians, crew, actors all just worked their butts off to give you their best performance. The least you can do is give them the round of applause they deserve. How would you feel if that happened to you? It’s just rude. One lady was like “I gotta get to the Stage Door!” I get it, but seriously?” (I did write a blog about stage door etiquette a few years ago. Here’s the link http://theworldaccordingtojaz.blogspot.com/2013/03/sharpie-smackdown.html

Needless to say… a majority of people who go to the theatre are polite and quiet. There is no question about that. If you’re reading this, my grievances are probably not directed to you. My point is this. You paid a decent amount of money to enjoy a Broadway show. The person sitting in front of you did too. Some people travel across the world to see a show.The actors, musicians, stage hands, etc…. all have worked countless of hours and work 8 days a week to tell you a story and bring you some Broadway magic. I’d really love to “Close the Door” on the discussion of theatre etiquette.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

A Moment In Manchester

“When I was a boy & I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me…”Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” -Fred Rogers


It’s the morning after of the attack in Manchester. Last night work was abuzz with feeds, pictures, press conferences and phone calls. “Was it just balloons popping?” “Was it an attack?” “What are we hearing?” Then… the unraveling of the knot of questions as answers began to trickle in. Our hearts sank. While I don’t directly cover international news, we all know the news in cities across the world effects everyone. An attack on innocent people is an attack on all humanity. It is the stories after the unthinkable… threading its way into my work email… that reminds me why I do what I do. The hope. The helping. The community. The coming together. Those are the stories that need to be told too. The quote at the top is from Fred Rogers. I used to watch Mr. Rogers Neighborhood as a child. Some of those people at Manchester Arena were kids. Their innocence and lives changed in an ugly act of violence. I pray they’re able to take the beauty away from the acts of kindness they witness in the days to come. Those are the stories I like to tell. The stars that are seen in the darkness. The people who are helping. 

Sunday, May 14, 2017

An Ode To Mom

Thank you for being there and saying you care
For cheering me up when a boy I liked didn’t care
Thank you for the words of advice you think I don’t hear
For cutting me slack when I don’t understand Shakespeare
Thank you for picking on what I wear
It’s just another sign that you care
Thank you for making sure I know I always feel loved
It warms my soul, like an Ugg winter glove
Thank you for driving me city to city
This as I pursued a career with my sidekick kitty
Thank you for getting my Cabbage Patch Kid
Don’t think I forgot, what you did.
Thank you for teaching me Hebrew in school
Even though I broke rules and wasn’t your star pupil
Thank you for leaving me voice messages every night
For reminding me to shine in my own spotlight
This poem could go on and on … cause mom… you’re the best around
To all mothers in every town
You all deserve a diamond crown
So sons and daughters if you’re reading this
Call your mom or giver her a kiss 
Happy Mother’s Day