bookworming, museuming, showing
Yesterday Gay and I wandered around for a bit and wound up in the Borders Book Store at Union Square, where we met our friends Phil Anderson and Judith for lunch. After some dawdling and strolling, we went to the New York Theatre Workshop for a staging of “Once,” a musical adapted from the film musical, about musicians trying to make good in Ireland.
Lots of good music and dancing and more or less pretty people in authentic Irish middleclass costume. Seemed less structured than the film, but that might be the environment.
A lot of impressive musicianship, people playing all sorts of instruments that you don’t normally see onstage – actually playing them, which must have been a casting nightmare. Good voices, especially the leads, Steve Kazee as the Guy and Cristin Milioti as the Girl.
Funny that we came up from Boston to see it; it originated with the American Repertory Theater in Cambridge. A good show.
We walked down Second Avenue for awhile and went into a big deli for dinner, okay deli food, and then went windowshopping. Neat big toy/puppet store. Wound up at the wonderful Strand boostore, and spent a pleasant hour shopping – I got ost in some books, though, and when Gay hustled me out I hadn’t had time to buy anything. Massive guilt. Better go back.
I was boyishly fascinated by a tome the size of an unabridged dictionary, titled The Pussy Book, exactly what it claims to be, not cats. It was so well-thumbed as to be unsaleable, and probably cost an arm and a leg and who knows what else.
They did have a half-dozen of my books, which I signed. Signed some earlier at the B&N where we met P&A.
Headed down to the Goog this morning. The show sounds interesting: “This retrospective survey brings together virtually everything the artist Maurizio Cattelan has produced since 1989, and presents the works en masse, strung haphazardly from the oculus of the Guggenheim’s rotunda.”
If you’re going to be strung haphazardly from the oculus of a rotunda, the Guggenheim is as good as any . . ..
Joe
Lots of good music and dancing and more or less pretty people in authentic Irish middleclass costume. Seemed less structured than the film, but that might be the environment.
A lot of impressive musicianship, people playing all sorts of instruments that you don’t normally see onstage – actually playing them, which must have been a casting nightmare. Good voices, especially the leads, Steve Kazee as the Guy and Cristin Milioti as the Girl.
Funny that we came up from Boston to see it; it originated with the American Repertory Theater in Cambridge. A good show.
We walked down Second Avenue for awhile and went into a big deli for dinner, okay deli food, and then went windowshopping. Neat big toy/puppet store. Wound up at the wonderful Strand boostore, and spent a pleasant hour shopping – I got ost in some books, though, and when Gay hustled me out I hadn’t had time to buy anything. Massive guilt. Better go back.
I was boyishly fascinated by a tome the size of an unabridged dictionary, titled The Pussy Book, exactly what it claims to be, not cats. It was so well-thumbed as to be unsaleable, and probably cost an arm and a leg and who knows what else.
They did have a half-dozen of my books, which I signed. Signed some earlier at the B&N where we met P&A.
Headed down to the Goog this morning. The show sounds interesting: “This retrospective survey brings together virtually everything the artist Maurizio Cattelan has produced since 1989, and presents the works en masse, strung haphazardly from the oculus of the Guggenheim’s rotunda.”
If you’re going to be strung haphazardly from the oculus of a rotunda, the Guggenheim is as good as any . . ..
Joe
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