Monday, August 29, 2005

Monday, August 29th

The first bands of Hurricane Katrina are sweeping up the Jones valley and into downtown Birmingham. A little rain, gusty winds but no sign yet of a monster storm. To keep everyone safe, especially my elderly patients, we saw the acutely ill just after lunch and then closed up the clinic around 2:30 to keep my octagenarians off the road and to let my staff get home before things got bad. Tommy and I are sitting in the living room trying to decide if we should tarp the piano or if it's going to be much ado about nothing. The eye seems to be well to the west of us so it shouldn't be a major issue.

We got through the first four performances of 'Twelfth Night' without rain or wind. The audiences seem to be enjoying it thoroughly, after they get used to the rather jarring combination of Elizabethan and sixties slang. The concept of beach party movies and sixties sitcoms is going over well and people are laughing over the lunacy of it all, including my very bad Beatles wig and John Lennon glasses. Four more performances this next weekend. Buy your tickets now.

I auditioned for 'The Phantom of the Opry' this past weekend. A country music take on the classic story and landed the part of one of the opera managers (the Fermin equivalent for those who know the ALW version). It's a World Premiere written by Lloyd Schwartz, of 'Brady Bunch' and 'Gilligan's Island' fame. Birmingham gets it as he wants to keep it well away from the critics and whispering tongues of the NY/LA axis while he tinkers. He's a very nice man and it's going to be fun originating something no one else has ever done.

Nothing much exciting at work other than a bunch of people wanting contracts for my services. Far more than I could handle. It's nice to be wanted.