#jelly’s last jam

[himblebo]

Also on the subject of bio musicals… jelly’s last jam is honestly the gold standard for me because it acknowledges the impact of his work as a musician while deconstructing the harm he caused as a man. It’s not just “this was his life and music” it uses his life as a framing narrative that facilitates questions of loyalty/betrayal/identity/entitlement/worth. It doesn’t glorify his legacy it examines and engages with it in a way that holds up really well. And maybe I’m just obsessing over it because I recently did a two day training on dialogic interpretation but like. The Chimney Man as a character asks the audience the kind of critical questions that we ask our interpreters at the museum as we actively work on how to better examine our own famous/problematic guy. The kind of role that that character fulfills could so easily have been developed as just a narrator but George C Wolfe made a conscious decision to make it the role of an active interlocutor. Which also ties into the history of minstrelsy and vaudeville. Which is directly tied to the history not only of the period in which the show is set but also the history of black music and dance and theatre in America. It’s so layered and intentional and it’s one of those things where I’m like why did we never talk about THIS in any of my theatre history or critical theatre courses in undergrad. We talked about so many examples of theatre as social commentary or theatre as history or theatre as education and this example was right there and a part of RECENT and ACCESSIBLE theatrical history. But it never once came up.

[rafaelsilvasource]

RAFAEL SILVA attends a performance of Jelly's Last Jam at Pasadena Playhouse with other 911: Lone Star cast members - June 8, 2024

[shiftythrifting]

Some CDs that sound like they belong in a sitcom as a joke and.... a framed, captioned picture of Pope John Paul II.

[farts-of-the-brainmind-complex]

some of my favorite jellycats

and heres a song for them to listen to while theyre here :)

[magebastard]

ive rlly grown into my “angry drama teacher who wants everyone to succeed and chase their dreams but cannot stop shit talking theatre and broadway as an industry” phase

[owlpuddle]

I watched Jelly's Last Jam today. Incredible. What did we do to deserve Gregory Hines and Savion Glover on stage together.

[garlic-and-cloves]

I'm making lilac jelly! And lilac sugar, and syrup, and possibly some other things because, well, I took a gigantic bowl of flowers and it's not even noticeable when you look at the tree.

[shotbyafool]

once again logging on to say GO TO THE ENCORES PRODUCTION OF JELLY’S LAST JAM AT NEW YORK CITY CENTER.

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Encores! Jelly's Last Jam

February 24, 2024 | NYCC | Encores! Series | Evening | Musical | Concert | 2H 30M

Encores! slated its first two shows early this year, with the last one in June, so I don't know what that's about. But this was far more enjoyable than Once Upon a Mattress. A complex and off-putting protagonist makes a compelling figure in this dance-heavy concert presentation of the 1992 Broadway musical. The women of this show are all breathtaking with powerhouse voices. Leslie Uggams has one big number and that 80-year-old broad brought the house down all without taking a step. Joaquina Kalukongo was excellent, of course. But my greatest love goes to the Hunnies, Stephanie Pope, Mamie Duncan-Gibbs and Allison M. Williams, the original Hunnies in that 1992 production, back in their roles after 32 years, and more gorgeous than ever. Living proof that 60-something women are sexy, flexible, and bursting with talent.

Verdict: Why I Love the Theatre

A Note on Ratings

[despite-everything]

okay so the rice wasnt holding shape as much as i wanted it to but was still cooked enough so i decided to make a mix instead of musubi. didnt really make fried rice per se... i didnt fry any of the rice but i did mix spam with rice, eggs, peas, and seaweed. could've used some carrots and green onions but i legit dont have any right now

[theawkwardvirgin]

Me, watching The Last of Us: ....that’s a CGI baby

Me: that has to be a CGI baby. It’s too small and newborn to NOT be a CGI baby

Me: it’s nice that CGI is advanced enough that we can have newborn looking babies without having to, you know, put actual newborns through this stuff

Article: Twin 12 Day Old Babies Played-

Me:

Article: Actress said, “the performances by these babies were incredible”

Me:

Article: The Last of Us marks the first acting credits in their (very) young lives

Me:

Me: *screams*

[rigels-nigels]

can we stop with the Less/Half/No sugar in fruit preserves I'm begging

I would like to have my jams and jellies and nuch last more than 1-4 weeks in the fridge before going bad please and thank you

[boricuacherry-blog]

I saw Jelly's Last Jam starring Gregory Hines when I was ten years old and it changed my life.

-Mya

[news4usonline]

The tragedy and triumph of 'Jelly’s Last Jam’

PASADENA, Calif. – Jelly’s Last Jam” is a stage musical you must see. The music is fast. The sensual backdrop of the one-time Broadway darling is furious and sometimes feels like a melting pot of unsatisfied desires. It has it all.  Ambition. Sex. Ego. Friendship. Betrayal. Tragedy and redemption. Yep. All of it. And yet, “Jelly’s Last Jam” feels like it runs out of time trying to tell the…

[aeraminth]

fluff - mention of sex + marriage + pregnancy - 700 wc //

“good mornin’ sweetheart.”

caleb brushes hair out of your face, watching the sunlight’s rays shimmer on your cheekbones and decorate your lips with radiance. you slowly adjust to the morning sun, your eyes trailing to the clock on the nightstand. it’s set a few minutes early—something your husband can’t find out about, or else he’d be late every time he stops to kiss you before he leaves.

you’re a few minutes ahead of schedule, and caleb’s ready to savor all of it. he marvels at the adoration in your eyes, and the way they flutter shut when his hand reaches out to cup your cheek. he can’t tear his eyes away from how you lean into his touch, your bodies tangled under the blanket as you let him hold you without fear.

it makes his heart beat a little faster, and he feels his ribcage tighten with the sight of your loving gaze only for him. you reach out to fix some of the hair that threatens to obstruct his line of sight, and he can’t help but fall even deeper for you the more you dote on him. he sees the glint of your wedding band sparkle in the sun, and he wonders what you'll look like as a mother. in due time, caleb thinks.

“you should get up—big day ahead of you, colonel.” you like to use the nickname on him sometimes, and it’s his reminder that you trust him to protect you. and as your husband, he’s devoted to doing just that.

he murmurs under the early glow of the day, not wanting to ruin the gentle domesticity of his time with you. “keep sleeping, love. i’ll get ready.”

he knows that you won’t listen. he knows that you still slip out of bed, often with his shirt or a thin robe on, meeting him in the shared bathroom of your home to place a slow, meaningful kiss on his shoulder blade. he knows that you’ll sometimes tell him to lean down, taking the comb from his hands to fix the yanking and tousling to his hair from the night before. you pay the memory of intimacy no mind, but caleb’s cheeks dust pink and his mind strays to darker places when remembers the way your body responds to him, completely jelly in his strong arms.

you slip away to the kitchen, getting a glass of water and opening the blinds to welcoming the light into the living space. before he gets dressed, however, he makes sure to flip a stack of three golden pancakes, smeared with apple jam and oozing with honey. with a kiss on his cheek and compliment to his cooking from you, caleb retreats to your room, coming out minutes later with two things in his hand.

it’s ritualistic, how you grin at him with that utterly heart-wrenching smile of yours and take quiet steps in your slippers to reach for his tie. a loop here, and a couple tugs and tucks later, he’s all set, the fabric perfectly in place as you put on the pin from the fleet as a final touch.

“and your hat, colonel.” you say softly, reaching for it. he lets you run your fingers through his hair (as if he doesn’t already let you do anything else you want to him) and secure the cap, taking a step back to give him one last final look.

his gaze holds a softness only reserved for you, one that you can never resist as you lean up to kiss him before he leaves. you’re carefully not to mess up your hard work, so instead of pulling at the collar of his white button up like how you do when you undress him, your hands loop around his neck. you only pull away to push at his nose teasingly, smiling once again to tell him he needs to hurry. “can’t be late again because of me. you can only tell the fleet you were saving a cat so many times before they start to question things.”

with mirth in his laughter, he chuckles quietly—so so enamored and amazed and in love with you.

“come home early this time, yeah?” and your voice is hopeful, your cheeks warm with embarrassment from asking so much from him.

“always, sweetheart.” and caleb never breaks a promise.

[thrashntreasure]

Ep31 Putting the TONYA in TONY Award w/ Tonya Pinkins! (Broadway!)

Speed, Camera, Rolling! This week, AW and his EXTRA-special guest co-host, Aria Jackson, are joined by Tony Award winning actress, Tonya Pinkins, to chat about Jelly's Last Jam, Iggy Pop's Raw Power, Tonya's directorial-debut, Red Pill, plus a whole lot more! twitter.com/tonyapinkins -- twitter.com/redpillmovie2020 -- and check out Aria's work at www.ariajackson.net!