and coming home from A Chorus Line done at a local community college and remembering what I did for love, a misty nostalgia floods me as I remember seeing the show on Broadway and while virtually no theatre experience compares with the original performance on Broadway, I still have the memories and the feelings and no no they can't take that away from me... I am such a sucker for theatre...

it's the energy... and that is a dual edge for it is the energy that attracts and repels, the energy that combines and divides, for if you are aware, you know it can not be faked (and just about everybody tries)... a true singer or musician would understand...

and this is why so many are alone, for the creative energy is a fickle companion... the muse does not often like to share outside of the self unless there is a mirror and much libation (or deeper communion and compatibility) involved...

and me, I usually say too much... especially when I am moved, when I am turned on, when I am real with my emotions... I scare people off, drive them away with unabashed emotion... I wonder, sometimes, if anyone really wants honesty (oh yeah Billy Joel, but besides him)...

sure, make fun of my deepest fears and most sorrowful woes, why don't I?... why not, I'm kind of numb to them anyway (or is it just that I've come to be amused by the life as it is and accept the solitary experience... and I used to whine and moan about loneliness so much, whatever happened to that faux-needy pathos?... gone with the wind?)...

but the four year old still stands stretched to the sky as the magic of theatre races through the veins (and arteries too) and I continue to love bouncing around this stage called life... never mind the odd or worries looks from the stiff folk on the sideline, just give it your all and let your all give it to you... and if the whole world settles for less, you don't have to (I sure don't, which could be a chorus for a lonely old blues number, come to think of it, but that's besides the point)...

theatre gets me to rambling, in case you didn't notice... I mean, I've already bashed the heck out of the experience elsewhere because, unfortunately, either it deserved it or I have become a New York theatre snob in my old age... but you know they only call it elitist drivel because they are beneath us... and contempt too...

perhaps it was the inspiration of a comment that amused me into playing the role of critic and know-it-all, but then, there's some part of truth in every bit of humor (or else it wouldn't be funny... have I not been funny?... not at all?... oh dear, perhaps I should start again)...

hello, how are you?...

yeah, well, you see what happens when we start again, don't you?... anything can happen, that's what... and I dedicate that to anyone who is not offended or indifferent, cuz they need more help than I can give them... and if the person (or people) who actually personally inspired the rhyming portion of this rambling entry just by being so beautiful I could not speak wish to come forward and collect their prize, you know where to find me...

did I mention I often say too much?...

(or haven't I said enough

a circle has no corner, silly

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