Cast and crew bios are due for the Tick Tick Boom program, and mine is in need of an update. I’m thinking about using this, which was clipped for me during the run of the concert.

While I don’t agree with some of it, at least the price is about right.

This morning I awoke after about four hours sleep, put on some clothes, ate some cereal and stared glumly out the window as the rain bucketed down precicely where I was to walk to the bus stop. I got to the bus stop, wet, and eventually boarded a bus which became so overcrowded that the bus driver refused to take any more passengers. I got to uni just after 8.30am and attended two shatteringly pointless lectures, while carrying around three huge textbooks in my bag which threatened to release it’s velco monkey grip and send all my expensive books to the muddy ground, taking my right shoulder along for the right.

I shant make this mistake again.

But it’s okay. The day was completely validated when a woman of approximately 50 years of age with bleached blonde hair, dressed in a black, tight jacket and black miniskirt, along with a black shiny police hat (like a dominatrix) walked past a 70 year old man stepping off the bus, as he instinctively performed a Jack Lemmon cross-eyed double take at her rear end. Comedy Gold.

Firstly, thanks to everyone for showing their support after poor Jackson’s passing. Your notes and kind words are so comforting, and I feel some happiness in knowing that you were sweet enough to spare a moment to think of him and his life. I’m still very sad when I think of him, but your messages were relieving.

On an entirely different note, I was fortunate enough to be heading up to Sydney with Greg tonight to see Hedwig And The Angry Inch. Quite simply, it even surpassed Sweeney Todd in pure power. As a fan of the movie and having read the script for the stage version, I was still entirely enthralled and devoured by amazing iOTA’s performance. Everything from his already proven vocals to his movements and acting were perfect. About half way into the intermissionless show (while I love the idea, most shows need a break), I noted how much he was sweating under the wig, make up, lights and costumes, not to mention his endless bouncing around the stage. As he stood, emotionally and physically stripped to sing Midnight Radio to the audience, his body was dripping with sweat. The energy level of his performance could have filled a room dozens of times larger, and I almost felt guilty that he subjected his body to so much torture for the relatively small audience (I guessed about 100-120ish in the audience). It was clear that he would never consider giving any less if the audience had just one person. I would gladly go see it again, just for the luxury of bathing in his performance again.

As an added bonus, I ran into fellow blogger James after the show. James was pre-occupied by his own company, but was kind enough to say ‘Hi’ just as I was about to subject my internal organs to a shock of indian food the likes of which it has not seen for a while. What a lovely atmostphere Oxford Street had of that hour of the evening, and the chance to meet a blogger who’s blog I’ve read for years.

This was the kick-off of a big weekend. Tomorrow I’m on air co-hosting with usual host Kevin and I’ll be talking about Adam Guettel’s song cycle Myths and Hymns, and we’re playing the whole album. Sunday I have first band rehearsal followed (sans guitarist), followed by cast rehearsal for Tick Tick Boom which will occupy all of Sunday. Then low and behold, it’s finally time to go back to uni next week. But ma, I don’t wanna, I’m happy doing what I’m doing, even if it is slightly criminal (but to whom?)…