Little by Little | Rainbows Darrin Baker and Liz Larsen on the original off-Broadway cast recording
Music: Brad Ross Lyrics: Ellen Greenfield and Hal Hackady Book: Ellen Greenfield and Annette Jolles
I’m sort of secretly co-curating Your Daily Bway this month. Gina was feeling pressed for new audio posts, so I sent her a bunch of my favorites, leaning heavily on shows I thought she’d be less likely to post on her own. Of course, since I promptly forgot what I sent her, every day I’ve had a little burst of excitement when I see her post and I think “ooh! I love that song!” I know, I’m wicked gay, as we say in my hood.
This song holds a special place in my heart because it was the album Bruce Kimmel was working on when I came to intern with him at Varèse Sarabande. It was basically finished by the time I got there, so I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I did get to be one of the first people to hear it.
Plus, how happy-making is this song? It’s great! Pure joy.
Last night, I watched a local comedian do a set that offended me personally in a way that I haven’t felt in a long time (and it wasn’t Gavin McInnes!). From the moment he got onstage, it was bad news. Wearing “Asian eyebrows” and a traditional cheongsam dress (maybe it was a changshan, not like it matters), he proceeded to play a character whose entire bit revolved around racist jokes against Asians made in a “Chinglish” accent (fuck Team America, by the way). After the character had run its course, he ripped off his outfit and went into… rape jokes. It was an incredibly effective way to alienate at least half the audience, if not more.
Here’s the thing, I’m not going to run his name through the mud. From the way he tried to pat my shoulder after his set was over, the shoulder of the Asian guy sitting mere feet away from him (I brushed it off as I had no desire to talk or even look him in the face at the time), to the look of contrition on his face as he was sitting by himself after the show was over, it seemed like he knew what he was doing during his set and that it went worse than he expected (the crowd was not having it although there was no heckling or anything). He knew he screwed up. But if not, I know his friends will tell him that he did (I know his friends better than I know the comedian and I’m a firm believer that we listen to our friends the most but maybe I’m just optimistic that way).
However, I still have a few words to say to him in case he ever comes across this post:
You didn’t deserve the civility that I put up even though I was furious inside but I gave it to you anyway.
You didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt that I gave to you throughout your set that I thought that maybe the whole thing would turn out to be a commentary on comedy and free speech, or on white privilege, or on the gender politics behind sexual assault. And so forth. But it wasn’t (at least to me, and if it was, please don’t ever attempt this kind of “satire” again; also, not to mention that some people think that racist/rape jokes should never be made, but that’s an argument for another time). And I gave that benefit of the doubt to you anyway. I was mistaken.
It was humiliating.
I sometimes ask myself why I give comedy and comedians such a hard time (at least on this blog). It was nights like the last that reaffirm my beliefs.
Wow. And yet, we sit through shit like this over and over again. Only once in my life have I ever walked out of such a performance (Sean Altman’s self-loathing Jewish minstrel show Jewmongous), and even then I waited until a break in the set. It’s like I’m trained to question my own sense of self to the point where I wonder if I’m wrong to take offense, or if I’m over sensitive, or whatever other bullshit I’ve internalized.
I didn’t watch the 2nd half of the last season of Glee, but I’m watching this. He as an air of superiority and arrogance about him that I don’t like. Also, I could never be on the show (#don’t listen to the charts).
I also didn’t watch the second half of the last season of Glee… until I burned through everything else I had saved on my DVR and decided to check it out. I liked it better than I thought I would. Not sure if that means I liked it though.
I love when artists make an old song new with a fresh arrangement. I hate when other singers then cover the song using the arrangement that was so clearly written for (and often by) someone else. Streisand’s sax-heavy “Being Alive?” No one else needs to do that. Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s “Over the Rainbow?” For sure no one else needs to sing the song that way. What do you gain by inviting comparisons with someone who’s already put an indelible stamp on a classic song?
I barely ever watch TV, and yet I’m paying a ridiculous amount of money for a service that doesn’t even get me all the channels I might theoretically watch* if I had time to watch more. And the cable doesn’t extend to the tv in my bedroom where I watch most of my television (via Roku).
So I think I’m going to cancel cable and instead subscribe to Hulu Plus and Amazon Prime (total cost: $14/month compared to the $46/month I’m currently paying for cable) on top of the Netflix Instant I already get and see if that satisfies my needs.
This feels like a bigger deal than it probably is. All I need now is for Amazon Prime to create a Wii interface and I’ll be totally set.
* This post was inspired by Bunheads because apparently I don’t get ABC Family.
Huh. I thought it was the worst. Except for Mary J. Could have watched her for 2 hours instead of everyone else.
I had the distinct impression that large chunks of Mary J’s part were left on the cutting room floor. Like that weird scene that starts with her ex being escorted out of the strip club by police? Seemed like there was something missing before that. And then in the sad montage (I don’t remember the song, but everyone was sad and singing about how sad they were only they were probably singing about something less relevant because Jukebox!), Mary J. seemed really sad but we don’t know why she was sad except that she was stuck in this movie simply because they needed someone to add some soulful fills to some of the songs.