Played my first post-Lucas show last night. It felt great to get out, it felt great to go to the theatre and just play. I lost myself for a few hours and got my chops back in working order again. And it's funny, the show was "Annie." Annie was the first show I saw on Broadway. I must have been maybe 7 or 8 at the very most. My Uncle Frankie took me and I really remember almost everything about it: When Uncle Frankie called to tell my mother he wanted to take me to see a show, he said, "Go tell your mother I'm taking you to see "Oh Calcutta!" - which he and my mother thought was funny and left me clueless. I remember being so awestruck at being in the city and feeling so grown-up. Uncle Frankie bought me a Shirley Temple at intermission at the glamorous, sparkling bar in the theatre. He bought me a souvenir program that I still have to this day.
And so began my life-long love affair with musicals.
So I was glad that my foray back into the "professional" world of cello-playing was an old favorite.
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When my mom and I are having a fight, the unofficial way to show that we're sorry is to break into a Broadway song and break the bad mood. ;-) They are powerful--what can I say!?
What a sweet memory you have of your Uncle Frankie.
I'm glad your return went well!
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