Dreamed of a non-existent Classics Illustrated comic book from the 1950s, of a contemporary novel set in the postwar South that became a Coen Brothers movie.
Dinner was chicken divan.
Performed Die Fledermaus. Everyone's been talking about how good I was in the master class. (Giuseppe told Barbara my singing was "passionate.") Renee's Orlovsky wig almost came off at one point, which reminded me of a similar moment on The Red Skelton Show, in an episode with a Three Musketeers spoof.
Dreamed of sleeping at the top of a steep hill in London; waking up, realizing I'd damaged the hill and sneaking away.
Dinner was curried beef.
Went to the second master class for singers. There were fewer people this time.
Soldier: "I'm not going to be anyone's dead-body blanket!"--Weeds
Homer quotes:
"I don't have to be careful, I've got a gun!"
"But I swear to you, Marge, I never thought you'd find out!
--The Simpsons
Dreamed of looking for a new TV series about gangsters with John Cassavetes-style emotional drama.
In my break from the computer game Frontierville, I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it!
Dinner was salmon.
Performed Madama Butterfly.
Dreamed of an upcoming movie about Virginia Woolf meeting a World War I soldier called Homer who kept the British establishment supplied with morphine; a character played by Arnold Schwarzenegger saying "I had a good prom, loved all the people there, but I wanted to burn that school to the ground!"
Dinner was roast beef.
Went to Siuseppe's masterclass at the Bickford Centre. (Someone sang a song from Les Miserables--P.U.!) I've never sung Schumann's "Widmung" at so fast a tempo before. I also sang "Le Veau d'Or" from Gounod's Faust, which impressed the others. It was thrilling to notice my voice echoing in the auditorium.
Finished the biography Merchant of Dreams. Louis B. Mayer is still something of a mystery to me.
To a policeman: "Search his car, hit him with your flashlight, do whatever you people do!"
--Weeds
Sign:
"Welcome to Manhattan
Home of the World-Weary Poseur"
--The Simpsons
Dreamed of sailing northwest in the Gulf of St. Lawrence past some tiny islands that had official monuments; learning in Grade 7 geography [as I actually did] about remote places in Australia where children got their school lessons over the radio.
Saw the DVD of a Ken Burns documentary about artist Thomas Hart Benton (for the second time).
Dinner was tortellini.
At choir practice we got into the rest of Rigoletto and started Theodore Dubois' oratorio The Seven Last Words of Christ again.
"Not my own!"
--A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
Dreamed of a military school where the male and female cadets were trying to exterminate each other!
Performed Madama Butterfly. Moira saw it, but the parents will come later because Father's under the weather.
Saw the DVD of the BBC production of Ibsen's Little Eyolf, with Diana Rigg and Anthony Hopkins. I got sleepy once again.
Then I saw the DVD of Richard Lester's movie of the musical A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. It's a frantic, uneven adaptation.
Dreamed of Peter Brook's movie of Gurdjieff's Meetings With Remarkable Men (which I've seen); trying to find an entry on Gurdjieff in my biographical dictionary (he isn't in there).
Dinner was curried pork.
Performed Die Fledermaus. Sandra (my dance partner at the start of the second act) wants to rely on me to remind her whenever it's time to go onstage, but that wasn't in my job description!
