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“The Good Old American Dollar”


Ladies and gents,

I am rarely awake in time to catch morning television, but I have been suffering from a bout of insomnia lately. My physician’s explanation is too much rich food, but I think it has more to do with the stress of working under weekly deadlines.  In any event, the issue presented an opportunity to catch Andrew Lloyd Webber present the cast of School of Rock on NBC’s “Today Show” this morning. Oh what fun! To be blunt, children usually annoy me, but give them rock instruments and a good tune and I fall for them hook, line, and sinker apparently. The adorable little tykes, led by the equally-adorable-but-fully-grown Alex Brightman, rocked out to not one but two numbers: the original tune “You’re In The Band,” followed by the hit song from the film – “Teacher’s Pet.” It was more infectious than a 3rd grade classroom!


Also discussed on the show was this 360 degree music video to the single “You’re In The Band” that was released yesterday. No matter how many times my intern tried to explain to me this 360 degree technology, I couldn’t quite grasp it, but I finally experienced for myself and it’s jaw-droppingly exciting. Make sure you check it out on the internet!


And speaking of exciting, I happened to be enjoy a little-or-no-make-up lunch at Hurley’s, one of my favorite midtown haunts, on Wednesday, when all of the sudden I noticed a massive commotion outside. I came running out, glass of cheap white wine in hand, to find a funeral procession right out of the mid-nineteenth century come right down West 48th Street.  A glass-sided, horse-drawn hearse, followed by rows and rows of somber mourners in Edwardian dress.  Before I could say, “Who slipped me a mickey?” I recognized the peaceful visage of the dearly departed through the hearse window.  It was none other than stage icon Jefferson Mays. I watched as the hearse pulled up directly in front of the Walter Kerr Theatre, I watched as Bryce Pinkham made a beautiful speech about his longtime co-star, and then (just as tears were bursting from my eyes) I watched as Jefferson himself sprang back to life, hopped out of the hearse and addressed the crowd. No, I wasn’t drugged. A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder was celebrating Jefferson’s 6,000th death as the doomed D’Ysquith family in high Edwardian style. Kudos, Jefferson! And I’m glad you’re still with us!


Tidbits from around town…

Spotted Mark-Paul Gosselaar looking pouty by Rock Center.


Overheard Darlene Love singing to herself as she waited patiently for her car to arrive at the Mark Hotel lobby.


Caught Sarah Silverman high-fiving a fan walking down Broadway.


As always, a toast of something sparkling to you and yours!