"Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks".

I'm sure there will be similar posts by the end of the week, but I can't go to church around Easter without going over Jesus Christ Superstar (one of the only Andrew Lloyd Weber musicals I really like) and Godspell, that crazy, horrible, pathetically executed musical I preformed a few years ago.


My Easter my isn't made of peeps and chocolate. It's made of going to church for each holy day, reciting passages with hundreds of people (like a play), and singing the saddest, then happiest, music. Every piece in minor chords, then Easter happens, there's a rebirth, and the music is in major chords.


There's something special, though, about memorizing four-part-harmonies in Latin. When all the notes are together, when a chord resolves, when the sopranos actually hit that high G. It's like Fuerzebruta, when there's a ceiling of water and plastic. But this time, you're in that bubble, and there's something beautiful about it.


Now, there is much stac-work to be done, much research to do, and much pokemon to be played.

Carousel, psychology

I have a lot of reading to catch up on.


Carousel is over and I haven't cried. I don't think I will. It's an art piece, and it's completed, and now I'm going to move to another art piece. Shouldn't it bother me? I don't know. Carousel is definitely not my last show ever, it's just the last show at this venue. There will be more.


I've been really excited about psychology lately. We have to write a paper analyzing the personality of a movie or book character. I'm analyzing Sheriff Woody from Toy Story 2 with Freud's psychoanalysis theories and C.G. Jung's personality classifications. It's so interesting to read how different psychologists think about personality and the way people are.


Some doodles from art class. Very... black and white line drawing.

Before easter, musicals

Today is the first day of Lent, the 40 days before Easter. No eating meat on Fridays, visit grandparents more often, go to church more, and give up something. I don't know what I'll give up. I think, though, that I'll say 'thank you' more, and have at least 2 out of 3 meals made by my own hands. This shouldn't be difficult.


Visited my grandparents today. Gramma is forgetful, Grandpa gives too much. They set a new record: there were 19 gallons of ice cream in the freezer.
I dug out Grandpa's old car, a beige 1991 Toyota Camry. It will be mine when I have a license. It has AM/FM, and a tape player, and it runs. I've named it Jimmy.


I found something interesting in a documentary about the Princess and the Frog. One of the lead animators talked about how Lassetter liked the look of the 50s-era disney (Cinderella, Peter Pan, Lady/Tramp, Sleeping Beauty, Alice). The art direction didn't lighten up until Dalmatians. I don't know why these stand out so much, but I just don't like them.
60's - '77 (Dalmatians to Pooh) and '89 to '99 (Mermaid to Tarzan).
Drawings from rehearsal today.

I'm not sure who this kid is. He reminds me of Barnaby from Hello Dolly, but with Peter Pan's voice from the disney movie. "I dunno, Cornelius." Someone was singing in a similar position at rehearsal, and I added the store-clerk outfit. The original 'Put on Your Sunday Clothes', which was the opening of the WALL-E soundtrack. Remember when actors had to dance and sing, and didn't have to look pretty?

Peter Pan Indians: Disney song, vs. the Mary Martin Version song.

Starlight express

This was originally written Saturday night.A Movie. Family. Old Ways.

I've been working on Carousel, which takes up a lot of my brain. Last night I watched Jet Li's Hero, and today I was color-coding sets from the play. They are color-coded, a little.
Hero is about a man, Nameless, who approaches the Emperor of the Qin empire with the weapons of three assassins that have plotted against the monarch. It's also about the story of how they were defeated by Nameless, in epically beautiful martial arts battles. We should make a martial arts movie in Stac.

Today is a family get-together, and I'm going to be interrogated about colleges. I've only heard back from one. My cousin has heard back from many more. She's uncomfortable with non-white people, I do art, she's a star basketball player, I write blogs. We are from different worlds all together. But she's still my cousin. I wish her the best.

I've gone back to my old ways. I've been listening to a collection of Essential Andrew Lloyd Webber. The music sounds the same. Sometimes bad musicals touch you in just a certain way. Starlight Express: a musical about trains. Longest running show in Germany. Some beautiful songs, but not 'up there'.

bring in the dancing lobsters

Drew some cartoons at rehearsal on friday. There's a part of Carousel when the party describes, in violent detail, how they ate lobsters. My brother said, well now the lobsters in the audience will be offended. Thus, the lobster gag.

Lyrics from the song:
Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters
Out of the driftwood fire?
They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song
Fittin' for an angels' choir.

We slit 'em down the back and peppered 'em good,
And doused 'em in melted butter.

Then we tore away the claws and cracked 'em with our teeth
Cuz we weren't in the mood to putter.