Hotel Kitano |
It’s 5:00 in the morning and I’m sequestered in a local Starbucks on Park Avenue half a block from my hotel in New York City. While most of the world is still sleep, I’m on assignment constructing my next play ‘The Last Sentinel.’ Aside from better tailoring, there is little to differentiate this bleary-eyed crowd meandering in from the same caffeinated patrons back in Palm Springs. If you focus on their eyes, they all have a story to tell. Some can be translated quite easily and others only guessed at - but the stories are there none-the-less.
Philly Bridge |
Yesterday
afternoon we rolled up two hundred and twelve miles of Amtrak coach from
Annapolis to Penn Station. It’s another whirlwind capture of three Broadway
plays in three days plus other assorted ‘have to see’ ventures before we slip
back out of town again.
Amtrak |
Amtrak
always provides a fascinating glimpse into another slice of Americana in its
coaches, on the station platforms and through the backside of each city we pass
by. East coast rail travel has a long tradition among these folks. For this
Midwesterner and born-again Californian, it’s a comfortable cocoon from which
to watch another tribe in all its colorful attire and rituals pass by.
Perusing
a ‘New York Times’ pilfered from the hotel front desk, I see that the director
of the FBI has just been fired. I read column after column and can only
conclude that the D.C. theater season is in full swing. Patriots and
pontificators alike all shout and push for their place on the printed page.
It
would seem the news nowadays, true or otherwise; has been rarified,
objectified, idolized, and criticized. No one can see that most of it should
all be mummified. On page after page, the circus continues with empty
headlines, fake news and accusations meant only to bait more reaction from
readers and writers alike.
I
think it all began to change back in the Seventies when the national television
networks moved their news bureaus over to the Entertainment division. Their
budgets were slashed and expenses put under a microscope. Cost-cutting became
the norm.
Ever
since then rating seem to dominate the news cycle and serious journalism has
taken a backseat to anything else that garners ratings even if it is in lieu of
meaningful information. Tough questions have taken a backseat to puffery and
grandstanding on both the host and guest’s part.
At
this stage of the game, only reality-adverse diehards still believe the
character actors pretending to be our representatives on the hill. It seems so
many of those clowns are reading from scripts that leave out common sense,
social decorum and a concern for the common woman and man. I will give those
politicians credit though. I watched incredibly talented actors on three
different Broadway stages and I think many of the players in Washington could
give those professionals a run for their money.
Avenue Q Playbill |
Avenue Q Poster |
Case
in point, we saw a delightful play the first evening. It was a funny, sometimes
crass, very insightful performance of Avenue Q. ‘Avenue Q’ was a musical about
self-discovery with a rousing cast of irreverent, comical characters, puppets
included.
New York Traffic |
We
rode an average of four cabs a day and I usually ended up riding shotgun in
those little yellow bullets. Trying to communicate with the cabbies, many of
whom spoke little to poor English, usually came down to hand gestures or pointing
to an ad or brochure as our next destination. Their driving skills were beyond
reproach and ability to face off with other vehicles a constant challenge. The
problem for me was sitting in front with only a dashboard and tin fender
between my knees and all the other bumper cars. Most of the time I felt like a
kamikaze co-pilot without a helmet.
Come From Away |
‘Come
From Away’ was an amazing musical which drew its inspiration from a tragic
event in U.S. history. In the aftermath of 9/11, 38 planes with 6,579
passengers were stranded in Gander, Newfoundland when U.S. airspace was
unexpectedly closed to all air traffic. The play focuses on how the locals opened
their hearts and homes, hosting this international community of strangers.
Joel and I |
We
had dinner with one of the lead actors before the play and then met him
backstage afterwards to mingle with the entire cast.
Old elevated railroad - New York |
The
High Line, also known as the High Line Park, is an almost two-mile park built
on an elevated section of a disused New York Central Railroad spur called the
West Side Line.
Inspired
by the Promenade Plantee in Paris, the High Line has been redesigned and
planted as an aerial greenway and rails-to-trails park. The park runs from the
Lower West Side of Manhattan through the Meatpacking District, through Chelsea,
to the northern edge of the West Side yards. Real estate development has gone
crazy on both sides of the elevated park which gets over five million visitors
annually.
Beautiful Playbill |
Our
last play was’ Beautiful.’ ‘Beautiful’ (The Carole King Musical) is
the true story of Carole King’s remarkable rise to stardom, from being part of a
hit songwriting team with her husband, to her relationship with fellow writers
and singers, to becoming one of the most successful solo acts in popular music
history.
Riding
back to Annapolis in the fading light of day brought back sharp memories of my
midnight bus ride from Saint Paul to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, and two years
of military service. I tried to capture those same emotions and feelings in my
book ‘Love in the A Shau.’
Annapolis MD Harbor |
Annapolis
harbor provided a welcome respite from the harried, hurried days in New York. The
whole east coast exploration was a cornucopia of conflicting sights and sounds,
emotions and attitudes and mayhem amid direction. It was an escape into a different
way of life and only served to reinforce my comfort level back home. An
interesting glimpse into professional theater and a storytelling standard I’d
like to strive for. Here’s hoping.
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