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rchan: (Hair -- How dare they try to end this be)
The US Equity Hair Tour played their final show tonight at 6:30 EST. 30 minutes ago, it all came to an end... but I refuse to believe that anything related to Hair can ever truly die. Too many hearts were touched, too many lives changed.

I wasn't at the final show in Cleveland tonight, and a very large part of me wishes I had been... and a just as large a part of me is afraid that I couldn't have handled it and is glad I wasn't there. If anyone was... my heart was with you.

My "final" Tour thoughts?

It's the end of an era, that's true. But I'm reminding myself that #HairGrows... and nothing truly ends so long as you hold it in your heart. I'll see you again, my friends. @HairTribeOnTour... thank you for these last three years. They've been glorious beyond measure and I am a better, stronger, happier person for having known you. You've brought me amazing friends who I will cherish for as long as I have them and a sense of purpose that I will treasure for the rest of my days. You've given me so much and I feel selfish that I still want more, but there it is. I do.

I can't wait to see what's next.

All my love.

Peace out.

☮ ❤ ♫♪
rchan: (Newsies -- Would I Let You Down?)
So… I've trolled the Yuletide archives for fanfiction for years. And every year I've thought to myself, "Wow. This is great… but I wish they'd had __x__ fic, too." And I'd think about offering to write for the Yuletide challenge so that I could request __x__ fic… and then run away scared from actually doing it. So, this year, I decided to try a challenge and see how it went. It went well. Still… I wasn't going to sign up for Yuletide. Why? The thought of writing a "Dear Yuletide Author" letter was too intimidating, of all things. O_o;;; Then [livejournal.com profile] zoicite informed me that someone had nominated the Newsies musical for Yuletide this year. Well, that was the end of my making up excuses. So, here I am, signing up for my first Yuletide and writing my first Dear Author letter. I babbled way too much and I hope you'll forgive me.

So, without any further ado (because believe me, there's more than enough already)…

Dear Yuletide Author, )

*deep breath* And I think that's it. Like I said, if any of the details I provided don't work for you, feel free to toss them out the window and write what's most comfortable for you. If you are happy and excited about what you're writing, I'm sure I will love it. Passion comes across and I did not in any way want to dampen yours. ^_^ I certainly won't object if you want to accommodate me in my far-too-verbose additional requests, but as stated many times, totally not a requirement. ^_^ Go with your gut. The fact that you're writing in one of these fandoms for me, at all, is plenty enough to have me thrilled and excited and bouncing for joy. ^_^

Thank you, again, and HAPPY YULETIDE!
A grateful recipient
rchan: (Hair -- Paris & Steel: So. Much. Love.)
Been a little while since I had a real update post, huh? Life has been... well. Life. *shrugs* Keeping busy, no real complaints. Major moments? I went to the League of Broadway Super Friends concert at Le Poisson Rouge on June 7th and fell in love. Gavin Creel is always wonderful and I'll probably watch him in, well... anything. I expected to love Sherie Renee Scott and Kelli O'Hara, always have liked them, anyway, and I knew that Greg Naughton was Kelli O'Hara's husband. The only person on that stage that was an unknown quantity was Lindsay Mendez. Oh. My. G-d. O_O WHERE HAS HER VOICE BEEN ALL MY LIFE??? She has this unbelievable jazzy/soul type quality and she sings the hell out of everything. People just don't sing like that anymore. It's impossible not to get completely absorbed in everything she sings. And it's not just her voice. She puts her entire body and facial expression into everything. She's so much fun to watch! I'm rapidly becoming obsessed with her rendition of "Freedom of the Road".

Here. Have an embedded video. ^_^ )

You see what I mean?? *_* Love. Her. There are 7 more videos on her Vimeo Channel. Go watch all of them. They're all fantastic. *_*

In other news... somehow I've been tricked into writing Book of Mormon slash. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I'm pretty sure it's [livejournal.com profile] zoicite's fault somehow. *pause* Have you noticed lately that all the fics I'm writing are someone else's fault? Huh. Funny, that. Well. Except for the Claude-and-Berger-in-their-mid-40s-overheated-apartment-sex that I'm writing. I blame myself completely for that one. ^________________^

Oh, and last but not least... my June Concert for chorale is tonight and I'm singing my first real solo ever!! (It's parts of "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera, BTW. *_*) And I just found out that I get to reprise it for tomorrow's Bay S. Arts Festival. So. Psyched!! :D :D

Later, dudes!
rchan: (GW -- Duo urgh -- aoaki_net)
So, buried in the bowels of last night's obsessive posting was this little fact: I wrote Hair porn last night. Like... 3,537 words of Hair porn. All feverishly in one sitting like I always used to write Hair fics. O_O I mention this for two reasons:
1) I'm kind of in love with this story, like... embarrassingly in love with it. And it probably actually sucks. *sweatdrop* Sort of like how you feel for that bratty child that you should probably hate for all the trouble he/she causes you, but secretly just adore. Still, it's the first thing I've written in a while that I'm actually proud of, especially the fact that it wrote itself so easily... no struggle. Not to mention that I'm happy to have my Hair muse back... deliriously happy.
2) Which bring me to my other problem... this fic has two irritating quirks that I can not quite iron out... and it's giving me agita.

What are they? I'm glad you asked... ;)

First... I feel I have overused the word "desperate" in this story. It's appropriate in each instance that I've used it and no other word I can think of is quite right. I've cut the use of an adjective entirely in the places I can to cut down on the problem spots, but still...

(Huh... having done a search through the document, it seems that there are 8 uses of variations of the word "desperate." That's... not really so bad, is it? Maybe... maybe I'm just being obsessive and should leave it alone... O_o;;;)

Second... Thanks to the tour, I have a new, unexpected quandary. I wrote this fic using the descriptions of everyone that I've always used -- based off the OBRC, because my head!canon Claude will always look like Gavin, my head!canon Woof will always look like Bryce Ryness, and my Sheila like Caissie Levy... but it was Steel and Paris who inspired me to write this. So, it's totally stupid, but I almost feel like I cheated their versions of Claude and Berger out of something by not using their physical descriptions. Is that totally insane or does that make sense? *frets* Damn it. I hate when I overthink this sort of shit. *grumps*

I mean, Caren and Caissie's portrayals of Sheila and Bryce and Matt's portrayals of Woof are so very different that, depending on how the characters are acting in the story, I could totally pick a description and have it fit whichever actor's portrayal was most appropriate (almost always Caissie and Bryce, but that's partly defaulting)... but Steel and Paris' Berger and Claude are different. The more I see them, the more I'm falling in love with how they interact and I find that pulling into my head!canon for fic purposes. So... if I'm drawing off of them for inspiration, I feel like I should at least give the characters the appropriate physical descriptions... but I do not want to give up my head!canon Claude and Berger! *kick, scream, whinewhinewhine*

THIS IS FAR MORE THOUGHT THAN THIS PROBLEM SHOULD REQUIRE. *falls over* Anyone want to help me out and just tell me I'm being stupid? *sweatdrop*
rchan: (Hair -- ClaudeCrissy-Give Peace a Chance)
*clears throat* So... I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I've been out of work now for about 16 months and my life is wildly different from what it was when I first went out on disability. I no longer have my own apartment. I have a gorgeous niece whom I adore. I'm back in school to pursue a new career. I have lost almost 70 pounds. I have made new friends.

And it all started because of Hair.

Don't run away! Hear me out. I promise, this is not more Hair babble. Not really, anyway. ^_^ *coughs* As a compromise, I'll place the self-realization babble behind a cut. Fair? ) What it all boils down to (for those of you who skipped the cut ^_~) is this: All of my big talk about getting involved for the last year+... it was all just lip service. I hadn't really done anything. Just sat at my computer and signed petitions. I'd stifled my own voice because I was afraid to use it alone. Enter Hair again. Gavin Creel (the Broadway Revival's first Claude), recently reminded us all that AIDS Walk New York is happening soon and this year, Broadway Impact is going to have a team. I watched him starting to raise money and boggled at how quickly people jumped on board to help. Then again... he really is that awesome. ^_~ I checked out AWNY's page and looked at the route map. I realized that it couldn't be more than 5 or 6 miles. I could do that. It wasn't so much, really. It was almost too easy.

I could do that. I can do that. And if I only raised $25 from my own mother... well, that's $25 going to a damned good cause. So, I signed up. To get involved. To help in whatever small way that I can. To do something to help someone else. To take the next step in creating my own happiness.

To use my voice.

To change the world.

So, I'm going to take a chance. I set an extremely modest fundraising goal for myself and I'd like to blast it the hell out of the water. So, I'm reaching out to all the social networks that I frequent and even risking a connect between LJ and real life to do it. If you think you can help out, even if it's only $5 or $1... please let me know. I'll send you a message with a link to the donation page. I'll put that faith out there in you not to abuse it.

And as an added incentive, I'm even willing to offer a reciprocal gift of sorts. How about we'll call it... a short fanfic of your choosing in any fandom for which I have written or am currently writing? Hell, I'll even consider revisiting Sailor Moon for a cause this worthy. ^_^ Not sure I write in a fandom? Ask. I may even be willing to consider a new one for this. ;) To be gifted to whoever among my LJ crowd donates the most money (...or any money, if I want to be realistic ^_~) towards my goal.

Sound like something you might be interested in? Let me know. We'll talk. ^_^

Thanks for listening.
rchan: (Hair -- Claude basking in sunlight)
Short version:

1) Saw Priscilla for the fifth time last night, met some awesome people from Australia, should have gotten their e-mail addies and become penpals. Didn't. Oh well. Ate Priscilla cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery. O.M.G. *_* Yum.
2) Stayed up way too late. Oi.
3) Got up early to drive up to Boston with [livejournal.com profile] zoicite.
4) Met [livejournal.com profile] emilyelin2002, finally! ^_^
5) All three of us went to dinner and saw Prometheus Bound. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! Awesome show, not coherent enough to do a review justice right now. Damn it. But seriously... I'll at least give you a little:

Prometheus got it bad in this show. Poor baby. But Gavin Creel's performance was unbelievable. Favorite line? Hermes has just gotten done telling Prometheus of all the new tortures that Zeus has in store for him if he doesn't spill his secrets. Prometheus' response? In a totally dead, bitter-as-gall voice, he cuts Hermes' knees right out from under him, "You tell this to someone who already knows." Translation? "Bite. Me."

*_*

Also, the three woman playing the daughters of air had some unreal harmonies going on. They gave me chills once or twice.

And, dude... Oceanus totally had it bad for Prometheus. Like... "I'll get Zeus to free you so you can be my sex slave" level bad.

*tiny voice* Is it bad that I almost wish someone would write that fic? -.-;;;

6) While driving through Cambridge, we passed a bar called Bukowski's... and now I want to write a fic where Claude owns a bar. O_O;;; The thing is... I can kind of almost see how it could work, too. *twitch* Except, damn it, I had other plans for him in the third Algea sequel! *grumps* Ah, poo. I'll figure it out somehow.

Oh! And 7)...

HAIR TOUR TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D

And on that note... I gotta get changed and go to bed. 'Night!
rchan: (Hair -- Berger: And.... Me!)
OK, so I totally want to blather on and on and on about how awesome this weekend was. I saw Priscilla, Queen of the Desert three times -- the first two of which were on the same day and the last time of which was opening night. If you have not seen this show, you must go see it!! I mean it. You must. *_*

Anyway. I want to, but I'm not going to. I've already blathered on about it on FB and Twitter... and I'm losing the coherency needed to do a review justice on LJ. So, instead, I'll leave you with this:

You know you're obsessed when...

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Ricky P. Mike, where'd you stay? look Amazing!
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Mike M. Thanks, Grand Sirenid Mayan Beach Resort. See you soon at Berger's wedding.
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Ricky P. Berger is getting married isn't he, looking forward to seeing you and everyone else, it's been too long.


...you see this on your friend's FB wall about their Cancun vacation and your first thought is:

"OMG, you know Berger and you didn't introduce ME????" D: O_O D:

And your second thought is:

"And where the hell is he getting married? It's not legal in NY, yet!" *sweatdrop*

*twitch* I need help.

And in other random news... I kind of want to write a sequel to Invisible, now. I don't know why. O_O;;; And I totally feel another wave of general Hair fandom coming my way. *cracks knuckles* Ficcage, here we come!! :D :D

OK, one other random thing... I got an e-mail from ff.net tonight that let me know that a certain person put me on their author alert. I have been a fan of this person's writing for years -- since my time in the GW fandom. So, seeing that she actually likes my writing enough to add an alert for me... dude, I about went over the moon. ^____________^ Only... only... ff.net doesn't tell you why they added you! D: So, I have no idea what fandom I write in that even caught her eye in the first place! *twitch* ff.net's stats are less than helpful, sometimes. :-P *sigh* Ah well. No big. ^_^ I'll just keep on doing what I do. That's all I can do, after all. Hopefully, I won't scare anyone off.

'Night, all!

eta: Because this meme is always one of my favorite and it's been too long since I memed...

Put your iPod/mp3 player/iTunes/music player of choice on Shuffle mode.

For each question, press the “Next” or “Refresh” button to get your answer.

You MUST write the song name down that comes up, no matter how silly it sounds as an answer to the question or how embarrassing it is.

Make snarky comments as necessary. )
rchan: (Hair -- The Pose *_*)
So... I recently discovered that I had never listened to my Bowling for Soup album (A Hangover You Don't Deserve) past song #10. *sweatdrop* Which is tragic because there are some freaking awesome songs past song #10! D:

And on top of that, I never listened to enough of song #10 to realize that I'd completely misinterpreted its message. O_O;;; Oops.

The song: Video and most of lyrics under cut to avoid spamming... )

These next two verses are the one I want to call your attention to (especially the bolded lines):
This song goes out to my big brother.
For putting up with me following you around.
And making me smile when things at home weren't great
And not getting pissed when I humped your girlfriend
For letting me take your car to the prom.
For beating up the guys that hung my bike in a tree
For hand-me-down down albums and guitars with no strings
For never beating the shit outta me

I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell.
I hope that you're back up cause I know you've been down.
I just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown.

I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown.
I'm so glad I got the fuck out of our hometown.

You know what I'm talking about don't ya?
Damn it!


OK. So, I've listened to this song multiple times over the last few days. And the more I listened, the more I love it. And these last two verses... oh dear, G-d. I... I kind of want to write fic for the big brother! >.<;;; That's bad, isn't it? Maybe a songfic would be less bad. I... I'll have to think about that one.

O_O;;;

*coughs* In other news, started a new Hair fic. Hopefully something short that is quickly finishable. It looks like it will be. I hope it will be.

O_O;;;

Yeah. I guess we'll see about that.
rchan: (Danny Phantom -- hate your life)
So... I was really in the mood to sew tonight. I have a patchwork corduroy skirt that I've been working on forever (that wouldn't actually take me so long to finish if I actually sat down and did it), that I'd actually like to get done sometime before the winter is over. As it is, my waist has decreased an inch or three since I initially measured myself for it and I'm not sure where that's going to leave me when all is said and done. *twitch* Anyway, I finally sat down and starting piecing together the last of my patches so I could trim the seams, repin them and finish the other half of the French seams. And on my third to last row... I broke the needle on my sewing machine.

D:

Noooooooooooooo.

Damn. It.

Of course, Brother doesn't answer their phones at 8:30 PM on a Sunday night (though, goodness knows why, right?) and I'm sure no one's going to be in tomorrow because it's President's day.

Double damn it.

And what's more, I'm sure it can't be that hard to swap out the needle on a sewing machine. In fact, my Uncle probably even knows how to do it... it's just that I'm too embarrassed that I broke it in the first place to even ask him. >.<;;;

So, now I find myself in this quandary of wanting to engage in a creative pursuit and being denied my first choice. I'd like to give my hands a break from knitting because I'm getting some mild finger cramps, so that's out. I wouldn't mind writing, but my mind has been in a constant state of flub this month and on top of that I'm having fandom ADD. Not. Good. :-P

Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions of any kind? Is it cheating to use a [livejournal.com profile] 15_minute_fic word when I'm the mod who's been posting them this month? ^_^ Maybe it's time to try out my favorite song meme, again...

Nuriko: *growls* Or you could just, you know... work on Part 5 like you started to do last week.

R-chan: *ponders* Noooooo... I don't think I want to do that.

Nuriko: *fumes*

Claude: *scowls*

Tasuki: *twitches at Claude* What the hell's your problem, anyway? You might actually get sex sometime this millenium.

Claude: At the rate she's going and where she left me stalled in the two Hair fics she's "working" on? Not likely.

Nuriko: *walks over and slumps down next to Claude* Join the club, pal.

Claude: F. M. L.

Georgie and Kelly: *startled* *twitch* *snerts* *in unison* OMG, Uncle Claude that was fucking awesome! *giggle madly*

Claude: *sigh*

O_O Yeah... I'm pretty sure this had no point. Movingonnow. Later!

Edit -- 9:37 PM -- *scowls at Nuriko* You win.

Nuriko: O_O Really?

R-chan: *sigh* Really. You and Tasuki may even see a little action in this chapter if I can maintain motivation long enough to get you there.

Nuriko: *fistpump* YES!!! :D :D

O_O

Feb. 9th, 2011 02:03 am
rchan: (Hair -- *carress*)
I now have 2177 words of new Hair fic. And I'm barely past the intro scenes. Why do I sense the start of a monster? This was just supposed to be harmless (and possibly hot and sexy) fluff! *twitch* Nothing is ever simple...

^____________________~
rchan: (Hair -- Berger: And.... Me!)
I totally just started a new Hair fic. Set in the WDIG? verse, it's sole purpose seems to be to get Berger into leather pants and then presumably... back out of them again. *waggles eyebrows*

Ah... I see some of you remember that one. Told you my Hair inspiration would come back. ^_________________^

Plot bunny totally awoken by this video. Start watching around minute 6:00 if you're a Will Swenson fan. You won't be disappointed. Kind of really NSFW, though. Just so you know. I have awesome friends. ;D

That is all.
rchan: (Hair -- Claude basking in sunlight)
*coughs* So... for the first time in a couple of weeks, I actually feel like I can breathe again. All my assignments are handed in, all my finals are done, I don't even have chorale for the next couple of weeks. I am totally free and clear with no obligations in sight until after New Years. *_* Bliss.

So I went to bed early last night, being very sleepy after running around the city (12 miles!! :D) all day the day before, and planned to sleep in this morning. That... umm... didn't entirely happen. The getting to sleep early part went off without a hitch, but somewhere around 6 AM, this little voice spoke up in my head and said... "Mommy?" I batted it away and continued sleeping.

About an hour later, it prodded me again. "...Mommy?" I shooed it back away, rolled over and continued sleeping.

By 8 o'clock, it brought in reinforcements. Shortly after the "Mommy?"... I got the definite impression that Jeanie heard it, too, and turned around and smiled in response. Ah. Now it makes sense. Little voice must be Cloud. Mystery solved. Go back to sleep.

Two hours later, though, this slammed into my head:

Mommy...? )

Oh crap. That was the opening scene to a fic. And when they appear that suddenly and that completely while I've been asleep, I need to get them down right that minute or they're going to slip away like most of my dreams do. So I shot up out of the covers and grabbed for my laptop... only to discover it had no battery and the charger was in the room with my cat. Raced across the hall, desperately trying to hold the words, took care of Gabriel's needs, plugged in the laptop and finally got the words to "paper"... along with about another page more.

*sweatdrop* It's official. The sequel to The Zorya has begun. G-d help me. *thud*

*eg* Hey... if I work diligently enough, maybe I can get it posted for Xmas...? ;D *snorts* Yeah. Fat chance.

Yeesh.

Nov. 6th, 2010 12:51 pm
rchan: (GW -- Quatre leprechaun -- aoaki_net)
Yeah... so I hit major stallage the other day. I had a scene that was just getting bogged down and would not cooperate. So, following my own instincts and a friend's advice, I skipped it and moved on to the next scene. Then that one stalled, too. I woke up this morning, determined to figured out what was going wrong. I did. ^_^ The first stalled scene was blatantly unnecessary upon re-read, so I snipped the whole thing out. The second one was the correct scene, but told from the wrong point of view. Now I've finally got Claude talking to me again and we seem to be on a roll.

Thanks, Claude!

Claude: *scowls* Don't mention it. Really. Just don't.

Edit: 3:09 PM... Dude. It's official. I fail at writing to a deadline. O_O I know what I need to write. I'm even kind of excited to write the next part... and I still can't do it. *sweatdrop* Left to my own devices, I could knock out 50,000 words in a month easy. The minute you (or I) put a deadline on it... my subconscious immediately begins with the whining... "But I don't waaaaaaaaaaannaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." *twitch* iFail. Seriously. O_O;;;
rchan: (Hair -- crinkles)
Wow. Not only was I a writing fiend yesterday, apparently my subconscious was a plotting fiend all night. O_O I don't normally plot out an entire story before writing it, especially as I generally change my mind a million times along the way, but I at least like to have a general idea of where a story is going when I start. Part of the reason why I initially stalled out on this one was because, other than getting Claude home from the hospital (which I knew was going to happen within the first 1-3 scenes), I had no idea what the point of this fic was. I knew that at some sketchy point in the future Claude had to find out about little Claude... but I didn't really think that was slated to happen in this particular fic. It felt too soon.

So, what to do? Well, thanks to seeing Hair again on the 23rd and feeling an intense itch to write yesterday, I managed to bang out the second scene. However, I still didn't know where the story was going. Well... now that I've written the next scene, my subconscious decided that it was going to go ahead and solve the problem for me. I woke up this morning with several key scenes in my head, a basic idea of how to put them together and a clear idea of how the story ends. I love when that happens with little to no effort on my part. ^_^

And yeah... looks like I was right. I don't think Claude finds out about little Claude in this story, after all. Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] msorange21!

And now off to shower and pack like a mad fiend so I can get on the road within the next thirty minutes. With any luck my clothes will be dry by then. O_O
rchan: (Hair -- Ours!)
Going to NJ tomorrow for a weekend of awesome with [livejournal.com profile] msorange21. *squee!* Not one Rocky showing, but two! I am so damned excited. ^_^ And then GAVIN CONCERT ON MONDAY!!!

*beams*

And in celebration, and because I did manage to be "productive" today, I give you a word count. ^_^

Sequel to The Algea:
Total: 5,961 7,611 8,021 9,290
Since last word count: 2,114 3,764 4,174 5,443

Edit (8:19 PM) -- Oooo... And I think I finally found a name for this one. *beams* Awesome. :D

(...9:13 PM count update. O_O And not done... Apparently, I am a writing fiend today. ^_^ Inspiration... I have missed you! Thank you, Hair tour! :D)

10:43 PM count update. And I have been letting myself get totally distracted with phone calls and comment answers -- a clear sign that I'm getting tired. O_O Which is bad because I really want to finish this scene! *pout* One other thing that came out of my flurry of comments in response to this entry... I tallied up my total word count of completed stories I've written for Hair. The total? 200,546 words. I have written 200,546 words of Hair fic. O_O That's... that's a lot of words. I'm going away now. O_O;;;

((11:57 PM count update. Duuuuude, I'm tired. O_O And I have to get up at 6 AM tomorrow to pack my (hopefully) dry clothes and drive to New Jersey. Fortunately, I did manage to get to the end of the scene. Hopefully the last 1500 words or so won't be total crap when I reread them in the morning. *yawns* 'Night all!))

I'm tempted to tackle this as a NaNo project... but I've never done NaNo before and I have papers and stuff to do this month. O_O And if I already have almost 6,000 10,000 words written, I think that would be cheating. :-P Eh, we'll see. ^_^

*snugs* Off to write some more!
rchan: (Hair -- Will's Last Show -- snuggle)
OK... the last one was a little short. ^_^ And this one is significantly longer, so I'll post it up early. Finally we get to my obsessiveness long discourse about the awesomeness that is Paris and Steel's Claude and Berger... and the epicness that happened at the dance party. *_*

The Gay... Point #4-4000 a.k.a. 'The awesomeness that is Paris and Steel's Claude and Berger' )

Fun at the Dance Party... or Renée-chan's Excuse to Excessively Fangirl at Everyone )

*wipes sweat off brow* And I think that's finally it. Can you believe that I just wrote nearly 9 pages (that's 7270 words) worth of Hair Tour review and deconstruction? That's as long as my Human Growth and Development paper is supposed to be! O_O Maybe I can just hand in this instead. What do you think? ^_^ Oh well. I think I left a bunch of stuff out, but hopefully not anything important. Hopefully [livejournal.com profile] zoicite will add in her two cents wherever appropriate and catch whatever I missed. ^_^

Go back to Part 1 | Back to Part 2 | Part 3
rchan: (Hair -- *carress*)
12:51 AM -- OK, before I even get to the review/deconstruction, I need to mention a little puzzle fun that I've been watching over the last day or so on Twitter that you all might appreciate. *snerts*

#1: gavincreel Gavin Creel
why was i an a-hole to someone in my dream last night? that freaks me out. does that mean my subconscious is really a jerk? that sucks.
24 Oct

((Have I mentioned how absolutely adorable it is that he actually worries about things like that? ^_^))

#2: AudraEqualityMc Audra McDonald
@gavincreel no sweets. It's the only place that u can actually b an a-hole. Ur 2 nice in real life. Did u c my man& my wee posse yesterday?
24 Oct

#3: gavincreel Gavin Creel
tonight I MOVE FORWARD with marc kimelman & the beautiful artists of toronto to help performers dealing with cancer. go marc!
9 hours ago via web

#3: Facebook reminds me that today (10/26) is Will Swenson's birthday. ((Happy Birthday, Will!! :D))

Do you get it? Do you see the puzzle picture? ^_^

Concert for cancer, my ass. Audra totally sent Gavin to Toronto as a birthday present for Will! XD

And now... I return you to the review. ^_^

*deep breath* OK. I think I'm finally ready to do this and I hope I haven't forgotten too much. O_O There are nine single-spaced, 10 point font pages of Hair review that I have to post, so I'm going to break it up into three sections: the reviews of "everyone except the triad," ^_^, the reviews of "the Triad, individually," and the review of Paris and Steel as Claude and Berger and the dance party. That way it won't overwhelm anyone... including me. O_O

Enjoy...?

First things first -- I loved it. Loveloveloved. The casting choices were all fantastic and the minute changes that they made to places in the script only enhanced what was happening on stage. It felt fresh and new and in a very real way, I felt like I'd just come home after far too long an absence and I spent most of the show trying not to cry from that sheer, overwhelming feeling of peace and belonging. By the time it was over, I was so overwhelmed I was shaking. ^_^

So, with that out of the way, allow me to perform a little deconstruction and look at characters one at a time. ^_^

1) Phyre Hawkins as Dionne )

2) Kacie Shiek as Jeanie )

3) Darius Nichols as Hud )

The Gay... Point #1 )

4) Matt DeAngelis as Woof )

The Gay... Point #2 )

5) Allison Guinn as Mother and Buddadhalilama )

6) Kaitlyn Kiyan as Crissy )

The Gay... Part #3? )

7) Josh Lamon as Margaret Mead )

Part 1 | On to Part 2! | On to Part 3!

*_*

Oct. 23rd, 2010 11:45 pm
rchan: (Hair -- Claude basking in sunlight)
So... today. Today was unbelievably epic. Just... epic. Thank you for coming with me, [livejournal.com profile] zoicite! It made the day even more epic. ^_^ And I'm too tired to sum it all up at the moment or deconstruct it in any way. Suffice it to say that the tour tribe is absolutely fantastic. No lie. No exaggeration. They are unbelievable. I fully intend to give you a rundown tomorrow once I've had time to let it all digest.

I will, however, say four things right now:

1) Paris and Steel have (dare I say it?) nearly as much (if not as much) chemistry onstage as Gavin and Will. I'm in awe. And I didn't think it was possible for the gay to be more obvious than how Gavin and Will played it. Apparently... I was wrong. Thank you Paris and Steel! ^_^ More on this tomorrow. For now, I'll just say this: Walking in Space... and Good Morning Starshine. O. M. G. *_*

2) Josh Lamon is a beautiful human being. That is all. *wobble eyes*

3) I can not tell you how happy I was to have Kacie Sheik and Darius Nichols back. I have missed them so damned hard!

4) I danced next to James Rado. And talked to him. And hugged him. O_O *_* O_O I never thought I'd get to thank the man, himself, face to face for giving us Hair. I am so blessed... and my heart is actually racing a little at the memory. *blissful sigh*

And I really can't do the rest tonight. O_O Too tired. And damn it, I had all this wonderful fic inspiration floating around in my head! ...Even if half of it is Berger/Hud and Claude/Woof -- dude, if you saw the show today, it makes sense. Even if I spent half the show going, "Dude... where the hell did this subtext come from?" it was still totally adorable and I loved every second of it. ^_^

OK. I'm stopping now. Going to bed. More tomorrow. ^_^

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