#the lady from dubuque

[ireneworth]

'My Dear, Put Back the Words'

Let Albee explain Albee. In 'Lady from Dubuque,' Irene Worth listens for the poetry.

By Harry Haun

Daily News, January 27, 1980.

Irene Worth, the "international actress" from Omaha, sits in a back corner of Gallagher's, dealing with the specialty of the day (corned beef and cabbage), looking resplendently inconspicuous in her Anyone face.

Save for the fact that she's surrounded by press and publicists, she could pass for anyone and, indeed, has during her 38-year life in the theater. Most recently she has been, by stage turns: a sensuous Hollywood siren on the skids (Tennessee Williams "Sweet Bird of Youth"); a destitute Russian; dowager (Anton Chekov's "The Cherry Orchard"); an indefatigable survivor sinking slowly into a mound of earth (Samuel Beckett's "Happy Days").

Now, she is "The Lady From Dubuque" in the so-named Edward Albee play opening Thursday at the Morosco. The character carries cryptic overtones like a flag, which is inevitable with Albee and par for his pre-premiere course. Everyone con nected with the production seems to have taken the blood oath of secrecy, and all the author will allow is that the title comes from a remark Harold Ross once made about the market for The New Yorker: "It won't be written for the little old lady from Dubuque." The same, of course, could be said for any Albee play.

For the present, his secret is safe with Irene Worth. True to the show's team-spirit, she will only admit to the title role. Period. "I'm not going to talk about what Edward's plays are about because it's too difficult," she declares out front. "Edward is the authority on his plays. He's got to tell what his plays are about. I'm just going to be in them." She makes no secret, however, of the fact that she is reveling in returning to Broadway in an original work—for her, the first time this has happened since "Tiny Alice" 15 years ago; now, as then, the author is Albee, the director is Alan Schneider and the producer is Richard Barr. "We have sort of an old scene going together," she allows.

"I love working on this play and working with Alan. Edward comes occasionally, and we all work together and change if we have to. I find it the deepest, best kind of work, very stimulating and energizing. It rivets one's concentration. It's like realizing the dream of being an actor because you're immersed in the text and exploring how you reveal it.

"Recently, Edward took out two words, and I'm going to ask him today to put them back—or two other words—because I need them to complete the poetry in that line. He's a very great musician, you know, so he's not unaware at all of rhythm and balance and dynamics. The mastery of his writing is that this is not imposed. The audience is not aware of it. It's only that the lines fall comfortably to the ear. There's an unselfconscious musicality in his writing."

When Irene Worth talks shop—and she never talks anything else to interviewers—the passion shows. It gives her a beauty and energy that belie her 63 years, for acting is something she knows, and loves, and this feeling has been returned to her in italics. To date, she has collected two Tonys (for "Tiny Alice" and "Sweet Bird of Youth"), one British Oscar (for 1958's "Orders To Kill") and the most extravagant praise imaginable. Walter Kerr, reviewing her "Hedda Gabler" In Canada 10 years ago, suggested that she "is, quite possibly, the best actress in the world." The road that has brought her to this point in time back to Broadway has been anything but a straight line. Indeed, if charted, her career could make, the course of pinball seem planned. Yet, miraculously, the moves have been right ones. She left Omaha as a child when her school-superintendent father accepted a comparable post in Los Angeles. She received a degree in education at the University of California and taught kindergarten for two years before heeding her muses. When 15 years of training to sing at the Met came to naught, she settled for the stage, surfacing first in 1942 in a road company of "Escape Me Never" and the following year on Broadway in "The Two Mrs. Carrolls," in both instances supporting Elisabeth Bergner. It was Bergner who pointed her toward the British theater where she toiled productively for the next 30 years, save for occasional New York forays in plays like T. S. Eliot's "The Cocktail Party," Friedrich Schiller's "Mary Stuart" and Lillian Hellman's "Toys in the Attic." From the English, the actress acquired classic training, an awesome "international" reputation and an extra syllable on her first name (it's pronounced "I-ren-ee"). Since her engagement in "Sweet Bird of Youth" a few years ago, Manhattan has been her home.

"It's my choice, I think," she says, pondering the path above. "I like to grow as an actor. Also, I don't want to work on bad material. It's a waste of energy. If you're in a good play, the writing sustains you and ieeds you ana nourishes you, and you can get through the evening and have self-respect It's so thrilling if you've really done the play that night and it was good and you got somewhere."

Considering where she has gotten, it's slightly superfluous to wish her good luck as "The Lady From Dubuque," but she smiles anyway. "My dear, the only good luck you can have is enough rehearsal time so you get it right."

[annieqattheperipheral]

hockey according to Johnny Hockey. the crazy stats, awards and achievements. never underestimate.

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He was 5-foot-6, 137 pounds when the Calgary Flames selected him in the fourth round (No. 104) in the 2011 NHL Draft. Among the 211 players taken that year, he was tied for the shortest. He was the lightest by 13 pounds.

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His coach -- Jim Montgomery, then of Dubuque of the United States Hockey League, now of the Boston Bruins -- told the Calgary Herald after the draft that it was “a brave pick.”

Gaudreau told the newspaper that his team had allowed fans to watch tryouts the previous year.

“My mom was sitting in the stands behind these two older guys who thought they knew a whole bunch about hockey,” Gaudreau said then. “They were like, ‘Ah, look at that little kid! He’s never going to make it!’ And my mom was getting so mad.”

Even last season, his 11th in the NHL, Gaudreau, all grown up, was all of 5-9, 163. Among the 1,022 players who appeared in the League, only 15 were shorter. Only five were lighter.

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Gaudreau was the USHL rookie of the year and helped Dubuque win the Clark Cup in 2010-11. The next season, he led NCAA freshmen with 44 points (21 goals, 23 assists) in 44 games, was most valuable player of the Beanpot tournament and helped Boston College win a national title.

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Gaudreau led the 2013 IIHF World Junior Championship in goals (seven in seven games) and helped the United States win gold, while leading the NCAA in points per game (1.45), helping Boston College win the Beanpot again and being named Hockey East player of the year as a sophomore.

He came back to Boston College for his junior year instead of going pro.

One of the main reasons: to play with Matthew.

Gaudreau won the Hobey Baker Award as the NCAA’s top player after leading the nation in goals (36), assists (44) and points (80) in 40 games, and he signed with Calgary the same day, April 11, 2014. Two days later, he made his NHL debut and scored on his first shot.

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Gaudreau never played a game in the minors. In 2014-15, he tied for the rookie lead with 64 points (24 goals, 40 assists) in 80 games and was a finalist for the Calder Trophy, which goes to the NHL rookie of the year. Two years later, he won the Lady Byng Trophy, which goes to the player voted to have exhibited the best type of sportsmanship, gentlemanly conduct and playing ability. He had 61 points (18 goals, 43 assists) in 72 games with only four penalty minutes.

Two years after that, he finished fourth in the voting for the Hart Trophy, which goes to the NHL most valuable player.

And three years after that, he set NHL career highs in goals (40), assists (75) and points (115) in 82 games, tying for second in the NHL in scoring and earning another fourth place in the Hart voting. He scored from a bad angle in overtime of Game 7 of the Western Conference First Round against the Dallas Stars, sending the Flames to the second round for the first time in seven years

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Gaudreau ranks fifth in Flames history in assists (399) and points (609).

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The little guy leaves a huge hole.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Just getting stocked up for some houseboating isn't quite a picnic--or can it be?

DUBUQUE, IA: It certainly took a couple days to reach the Mississippi River from Breezewood, Pennsylvania via US 20 for the most part ... and to cross the Mississippi via the Julien Dubuque Bridge was something of a sign of anticipation for some interesting little escapades ahead.

Via houseboat, even.

And with such interesting company of Your Correspondent as Huckleberry Hound and Touché Turtle, Bristlehound and Dum-Dum were bound, in their role as guides, to make sure things were running smoothly. Hence, their directing us via text message to meet them at the Hy-Vee supermarket coming off the bridge into Dubuque. Yes, as in a certain "little old lady from" made infamous, in a way, by Harold Ross in launching that somewhat sophisto and urbane journal known as The New Yorker back in 1925. Insisting that he was not intending The New Yorker to be for the Little Old Lady from Dubuque, implying that she would likely be satisfied with The Saturday Evening Post, Collier's, Grit and Comfort rather than a high-class literary-leaning review.

But back to the Hy-Vee: Both Dum-Dum and Bristlehound would meet us at the entrance for the preparatory shopping trip for supplies heading into the little houseboat excursion. More than likely a "mystery trip," by all assumptions, yet mind you, leave any pretension of emulating Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn at the dock.

Following a modest little cafeteria-manner lunch in Hy-Vee's dining area, something of a staple in their larger locations across eight Midwestern states, Bristlehound and Dum-Dum led the way into getting the necessary supplies: Meal-replacement drinks (mainly for breakfast) ... wholemeal crackers ... cheese spread ... summer sausage ... smoked sausage ... buns ... charcoal ... bottled water, spring and seltzer ... flavouring concentrate ... batteries for the transistor radio ... all in all, just trying to be low-impact more than anything.

As Dum-Dum admitted, "it's more than likely we'll want to spend our nights sleeping on the roof of our houseboat just for the experience."

Bristlehound added, "Especially when passing barge tows in the night leave such wake as can make things interesting in the sleep department." Thankfully, CPAP was not the sort of thing we were on, nor even think about being on.

Once out of the way, a drive to the docks where Bristlehound and Dum-Dum tied up their modest little houseboat--hardly a fancy sort, yet stylishly simplistic for the purpose. Even if it took a few minutes for a freight train to clear the tracks so we could get to the boat, by which time early evening's effects were starting to be obvious. And once loaded, reviewing the inevitable safety procedures for boating in the Mississippi's waters, the call of "Touché awayyyy!" by none other than was the call to cast off and get underway.

Huckleberry Hound couldn't have said it better in observing that "what could feel more interesting than to just spend a couple days on the river living the houseboat life ... even if it means the likes of Boost for breakfast?"

"At any rate, folks," Dum-Dum was quick to note, "Bristlehound and I decided on meal-replacement shakes for breakfast more than anything. Especially when the desire is to get out on the river with as little mess as possible after breakfast."

"Even allowing for recycling," Bristlehound added.

Still, even if the supper was mainly a bag of wholemeal tortilla chips with some salsa in the bargain as we made bivouac for the night on some sandbar on the Wisconsin side of the river. Just be thankful for the deck chairs to provide some sleep, and just hope the trains don't keep you all too awake.

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[lboogie1906]

Tyra Ferrell (born January 28, 1962) is an actress. She is known for her roles in the films Boyz n the Hood (1991), Jungle Fever(1991), White Men Can't Jump (1992), and Poetic Justice (1993). She had starring roles in short-lived series The Bronx Zoo (1987−88) and City (1990) and recurred on Thirtysomething (1989−90), ER (1994), and Empire (2015). Throughout her career, she has been nominated for two NAACP Image Awards. She was born in Houston. She moved from Houston to New York after high school and began her career on stage including roles in Lena Horne: The Lady and Her Music (1981), as part of the Cotton Club chorus, and Ain't Misbehavin on Broadway. She made her screen debut in a small role in So Fine, and appeared in Lady Beware, School Daze, The Mighty Quinn, and The Exorcist III. She guest-starred in Hill Street Blues, The Twilight Zone, and Quantum Leap. She was listed as one of twelve "Promising New Actors of 1991" in John A. Willis' Screen World. She later had supporting roles as Sonya, a janitor, in Equinox (1992). She played the leading role of prosecutor Cutter Dubuque in Better Off Dead (1993). From 1996 to 1997 she co-starred in The Cape as Tamara St. James. In 2000, she co-starred in The Corner. She guest-starred on Soul Food, The Shield, and Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. In 2005, she was nominated for her second NAACP Image Award, in the category of Outstanding Actress in a Television Movie, Mini-Series, or Dramatic Special for her role in the ABC television film NTSB: The Crash of Flight 323. She returned to acting ten years later with the leading role in Boxed In. She married Civil Rights Activist Diop Kamau ​ (1992-) and they have two daughters. ​#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn9aAZoLHH9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[leviabeat]

What I can remember from The Rave:

Talked to a guy on Instagram who was at the Dubuque concert as well, and we planned on helping each other get good spots at this concert (it worked!)

The Bad Wolves vocalist threw his towel and I had it in my hand but the guy behind me also tried getting it. I let it go because I figured that if a Volbeat thing flew our way, he'd then have to let me have it

I think I've made eye contact with Michael and Kaspar several times. I KNOW Britt got my photo a few times

It was SO HOT IN THERE. The venue was inside and there was no air conditioning. It was so hot, the venue was giving out free water at the rail. Let's hope those photos Britt got of me are at least a little flattering 😬

Kas had FOUR buttons undone on his shirt... I was kind of unwell over it 🥵

When Michael was talking about the Devil being real and said "you know where he is right?" I yelled "Russia" and he answered "that's right, Russia". Idk if it was actually in response to me but I feel like he could actually have heard me. I was right in front of him, one person away from the rail.

They brought kids on stage during Still Counting

Michael played acoustic at the start of Sad Man's Tongue and then Flemming ALSO played acoustic for the beginning of Still Counting

They removed Pool of Booze Booze Booza, Mary Ann's Place, and Hallelujah Goat from the setlist and added Last Day Under the Sun, Warrior's Call, and a second I Only Want to Be With You

The new friend I made had a VIP ticket at both concerts. I asked if I could buy one of his VIP mugs off of him because he would have gotten 2. He said he already promised them to someone else but he did give me his laminated VIP pass and lanyard at the end of the concert (that was the only physical thing aside from my shirt that I got from the concert - no picks 😔)

They were out of the size of shirt that I wanted, so I got a Bad Wolves shirt instead. I'll post a photo later if you're interested. Also, should I post the few Bad Wolves photos I got a well?

I got several compliments on my battle vest. (Once at Taco Bell before the concert). One lady after the concert even asked if she could take a picture of one of my handmade patches.

[burdened-boy]

"Alright, alright, alriiiight," A glowing, pulsing white eye on an otherwise empty black screen twitched slightly as he read from a small index card on his desk. "Our first category of trivia will be Fallen Empires. Mary, from Dubuque, Iowa, give the wheel a spin."

The first of four contestants, a middle aged lady who looked like she could make a mean casserole, spun the wheel, which seemed to excite the audience. The crowd got even more rowdy as, on the first round, the lady landed on a spoke valued at $5,000.

"Now, before you answer, you know my rule: You can double it for the next person, or take the money. If you take it, you are guaranteed 5,000 if you answer right. If you double it, you'll get another chance if you get the answer wrong."

Thinking for a moment, Mary from Dubuque smiled. "I'll double it!"

"Okay, luckily it's an easy question: Who was the 39th president of the United States?"

"Jimmy Carter?" The audience erupted with applause, though there was already tension in the room. If the next contestant got their question wrong, the previous' prize doubled. This also put pressure on everyone else to get the question right.

/M/I/S/F/O/R/T/U/N/E/

@smilingmxsk

A loud but funky 80s synth riff suddenly plays out, and applause erupts from a vast studio audience. Margaret is on a groovy, pastel stage, along with three other contestants; in front of them lies a giant wheel. Each spoke of the wheel is inscribed with varying amounts of money, from 1,000 to 10,000 USD. She has her own podium, with a pen and some scratch paper placed on it.

"You're watching the Wheel of Wisdom," a booming announcer calls out, "The game show where wit wins dividends."

Limbo, clad in a matching pastel purple suit, steps out onto the stage, waving to the even more excited audience. He taps a small stack of papers straight, and nods to the contestants.

"Alright, thanks Roy," the thug coos into his mic, "Let's get right into it. Y'all know why you're here; ready for some trivia?"

[madamspeaker]

Maggie Smith as Elizabeth - The Lady from Dubuque (2007)

[troublewithangels]

how john simon is taken seriously as a critic i will never know.......

[oldshowbiz]

Humorless Bacon

[outoftowninac]

AS HUSBANDS GO

1931

As Husbands Go is a three-act play by Rachel Crothers. It was originally produced by John Golden and staged by the author. 

The play takes place at a café in Paris and the living-room in the Lingard House, ten miles from Dubuque, Iowa. 

While in Paris, a widow from Iowa and her younger married neighbor, discover alluring gentlemen. The widow is attracted to an elderly boulevardier, while the neighbor is smitten with a handsome (and younger) English author. Instead of souvenirs, the ladies daringly bring the men back home to Iowa.  

“If all husbands were as gallant as Charles Lingard in Rachel Crothers�� comedy... divorce courts could go out of business; that is, provided all wives were as delightfully tractable as pretty Lucile Lingard.” ~ BROOKLYN LIFE

For the world premiere, Golden chose Brandt’s Boulevard Theatre in Jackson Heights NY.  It opened for a week’s stay on February 23, 1931. 

The play premiered on Broadway at (fittingly) the John Golden Theatre on March 5, 1931. This was the first of three venues named for the producer. Located on 58th street, it stopped presenting live theatre in 1936 and was demolished in 1985. The third theatre named for Golden is now known as the Bernard Jacobs.

“If a smiling lady should be found dancing in the streets in Fifty-eighth Street, to be specific, with laurel and bay leaves in her hair, that would be Rachel Crothers. For the second time in three years she has taken advantage of John Golden's adventurous generosity and produced a hit in his name when he was no closer to it than Palm Beach, Florida. Ticket brokers, I'm told, are willing to buy all the seats the Golden office will sell for the next several weeks of ‘As Husband Go’, so sure are they that it is to be listed among the hits.”

Mantle is referring to the fact that Golden was seldom in Manhattan. In January 1931 he purchased the play from Havana, and was in Palm Beach when it finally opened. 

On May 4, 1931 Gloria Holden replaced Lily Cahill as Lucile Lingard. Cahill left the role suddenly for undisclosed reasons. Golden heard Holden on radio and signed her to make her Broadway debut. 

The show’s 100th performance (a matinee on May 23rd) coincided with a military air show, so Golden moved the curtain time to 3:15pm to prevent audiences being distracted by the roar of aircraft motors. 

At the same time in Los Angeles, producer E.E. Clive had presented a West Coast company of As Husbands Go. Clive would also produce the Broadway revival in 1933.

In late June 1931, Golden invested in some new-fangled technology - air cooling!  Perhaps theatres would now be able to operate year-round?  Cool!  

After Independence Day, the play started to advertise “last weeks” and closed on July 11th. Golden had agreed to the play becoming one of the Theatre Guild’s subscription series. This was a consortium of cities nationwide that would share the same plays. One of those cities was Atlantic City. 

Coincidentally, Clive’s California company wrapped up its run on September 12th, just as the Theatre Guild tour was preparing to launch. The production was integral in selling the play to Hollywood. 

After a summer break, the play re-opened in Atlantic City at Nixon’s Apollo Theatre on the Boardwalk on September 28, 1931.   

A new production, under the guidance of producers O.E. Wee and Jules J. Leventhal in mid-January. Again, Crothers provided direction. Wee and Leventhal were known as “W & L: The Revivers” with six productions in a short period of time - all revivals. Simultaneously, the play had been sold to stock and regional producers, virtually flooding the nation with Husbands!

In January 1933, the play returned to Broadway at the Forrest Theatre, today known as the Eugene O’Neill. Remarkably, both the original Broadway production and the Broadway revival ran the same number of performances: 148. 

In 1934, a film version was released. The screenplay was written by S.N. Behrman, Sonya Levien, and Fred Niblo Jr. and starred Warner Baxter as the titular Husband. 

The film had its world premiere at the famous Steel Pier Theatre in Atlantic City on December 3, 1933, nearly two months before its general release in late January 1934.  

[justforbooks]

The New Yorker is an American weekly magazine featuring journalism, commentary, criticism, essays, fiction, satire, cartoons, and poetry. Started as a weekly in 1925, the magazine is now published 47 times annually, with five of these issues covering two-week spans. Although its reviews and events listings often focus on the cultural life of New York City, The New Yorker has a wide audience outside New York and is read internationally. It is well known for its illustrated and often topical covers, its commentaries on popular culture and eccentric Americana, its attention to modern fiction by the inclusion of short stories and literary reviews, its rigorous fact checking and copy editing, its journalism on politics and social issues, and its single-panel cartoons sprinkled throughout each issue.

The New Yorker was founded by Harold Ross and his wife Jane Grant, a New York Times reporter, and debuted on February 21, 1925. Ross wanted to create a sophisticated humor magazine that would be different from perceivably "corny" humor publications such as Judge, where he had worked, or the old Life. Ross partnered with entrepreneur Raoul H. Fleischmann (who founded the General Baking Company) to establish the F-R Publishing Company. The magazine's first offices were at 25 West 45th Street in Manhattan. Ross edited the magazine until his death in 1951. During the early, occasionally precarious years of its existence, the magazine prided itself on its cosmopolitan sophistication. Ross famously declared in a 1925 prospectus for the magazine: "It has announced that it is not edited for the old lady in Dubuque."

Although the magazine never lost its touches of humor, it soon established itself as a pre-eminent forum for serious fiction, essays and journalism. Shortly after the end of World War II, John Hersey's essay Hiroshima filled an entire issue. In subsequent decades the magazine published short stories by many of the most respected writers of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, including Ann Beattie, Sally Benson, Truman Capote, John Cheever, Roald Dahl, Mavis Gallant, Geoffrey Hellman, Ruth McKenney, John McNulty, Joseph Mitchell, Alice Munro, Haruki Murakami, Vladimir Nabokov, John O'Hara, Dorothy Parker, S.J. Perelman, Philip Roth, George Saunders, J. D. Salinger, Irwin Shaw, James Thurber, John Updike, Eudora Welty, Stephen King, and E. B. White. Publication of Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery" drew more mail than any other story in the magazine's history.

The New Yorker's signature display typeface, used for its nameplate and headlines and the masthead above The Talk of the Town section, is Irvin, named after its creator, the designer-illustrator Rea Irvin. The body text of all articles in The New Yorker is set in Adobe Caslon.

One uncommonly formal feature of the magazine's in-house style is the placement of diaeresis marks in words with repeating vowels—such as reëlected, preëminent, and coöperate—in which the two vowel letters indicate separate vowel sounds. The magazine also continues to use a few spellings that are otherwise little used in American English, such as fuelled, focussed, venders, teen-ager, traveller, marvellous, carrousel, and cannister.

The magazine also spells out the names of numerical amounts, such as "two million three hundred thousand dollars" instead of "$2.3 million", even for very large figures.

Despite its title, The New Yorker is read nationwide, with 53 percent of its circulation in the top 10 U.S. metropolitan areas. According to Mediamark Research Inc., the average age of The New Yorker reader in 2009 was 47 (compared to 43 in 1980 and 46 in 1990). The average household income of The New Yorker readers in 2009 was $109,877 (the average income in 1980 was $62,788 and the average income in 1990 was $70,233).

According to Pew Research, 77 percent of The New Yorker's audience hold left-of-center political values, while 52 percent of those readers hold "consistently liberal" political values.

The magazine's first cover illustration, a dandy peering at a butterfly through a monocle, was drawn by Rea Irvin, the magazine's first art editor, based on an 1834 caricature of the then Count d'Orsay which appeared as an illustration in the 11th edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. The gentleman on the original cover, now referred to as "Eustace Tilley", is a character created by Corey Ford (1902–1969) for The New Yorker. The hero of a series entitled "The Making of a Magazine", which began on the inside front cover of the August 8 issue that first summer, Tilley was a younger man than the figure on the original cover. His top hat was of a newer style, without the curved brim. He wore a morning coat and striped formal trousers. Ford borrowed Eustace Tilley's last name from an aunt—he had always found it vaguely humorous. "Eustace" was selected by Ford for euphony.

The character has become a kind of mascot for The New Yorker, frequently appearing in its pages and on promotional materials. Traditionally, Rea Irvin's original Tilley cover illustration is used every year on the issue closest to the anniversary date of February 21, though on several occasions a newly drawn variation has been substituted.

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[mistressdickens]

Maggie Smith back on stage

I cannot even begin to describe my feelings on this. When her last performance in The Lady From Dubuque got less than favourable reviews, I decided not to see it. Imagine my heartbreak when she said she wouldn't go back on stage.

Since then I've used that lesson to not give a damn what the critics say and see whatever the hell I want. I have rarely been disappointed.

Maggie Smith being back on stage is the best early birthday present I could hope for.

[sohannabarberaesque]

One preemptive we'd just love to see

When some reality-based potboiler of a documentary show in the vein of, say, Ice Road Truckers, Highway to Hell or Deep Water Salvage gets unbelievably incredible to the point where the channel carrying such gets the notion of cutting to commercial, might I suggest instead cutting to choice Hanna-Barbera flicktoon of relative obscurity for the sake of distracting especially the Little Old Lady from Dubuque.

[lboogie1906]

Tyra Ferrell (born March 29, 1962) is an actress. She is known for her roles in the films Boyz n the Hood (1991), Jungle Fever (1991), White Men Can’t Jump (1992), and Poetic Justice (1993).

She had starring roles in short-lived series The Bronx Zoo (1987−88) and City (1990) and recurred on Thirtysomething (1989−90), ER (1994), and Empire (2015). She has been nominated for two NAACP Image Awards.

She was born in Houston. She moved from Houston to New York after high school and began her career on stage including roles in Lena Horne: The Lady and Her Music (1981), as part of the Cotton Club chorus, and Ain’t Misbehavin on Broadway.

She made her screen debut in a small role in So Fine, and appeared in Lady Beware, School Daze, The Mighty Quinn, and The Exorcist III. She guest-starred in Hill Street Blues, The Twilight Zone, and Quantum Leap. She was listed as one of twelve “Promising New Actors of 1991” in John A. Willis’ Screen World. She later had supporting roles as Sonya, a janitor, in Equinox (1992). She played the leading role of prosecutor Cutter Dubuque in Better Off Dead (1993). She co-starred in The Cape (1996-97) as Tamara St. James.

In 2000, she co-starred in The Corner. She guest-starred on Soul Food, The Shield, and Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. In 2005, she was nominated for her second NAACP Image Award, in the category of Outstanding Actress in a Television Movie, Mini-Series, or Dramatic Special for her role in the ABC television film NTSB: The Crash of Flight 323.

She returned to acting ten years later with the leading role in Boxed In.

She married Civil Rights Activist Diop Kamau

​ (1992) and they have one child. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #womenhistorymonth

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Thanksgivin’

Hey Tumblrfolk. How is everything? You all okay? Because, here we are looking down the barrel of Thanksgiving week, which means the beginning of a stressful time of year for many of us. Lots of financial concerns, family stress, et cetera, et cetera... If you’re one of those people who has a hard time around the holidays, hang in there please. And certainly know that you’re not alone.

Personally, I love the holidays. I get stressed like anyone, sure, but growing up it was always a really warm and lovely time around my house. At least, before my parents’ divorce it was. Every year, I try and create my own new traditions, but mostly I just try to enjoy the loved ones I’m surrounded by, listen to my favorite Christmas tunes and watch movies and football constantly. Even when I’m alone, I just like the holiday season. So if you’re ever in need of a bit of yuletide cheer, come hang out with me for a day and I’ll help keep your spirits up.

It’s Monday, a day later than I usually post. Last night I had a mandatory work meeting to attend, followed by some drinks with co-workers and home in time to watch the new Curb Your Enthusiasm and Succession episodes. So needless to say, I didn’t have quite the chance to write anything last night. 

EDIT: Scratch that, it is now Sunday... the new Sunday. Meaning the Sunday I should be posting something new. Everything before this I saved in a draft because it was an EXTREMELY busy week, both in the retail world and in my life. So, technically, I missed last week. That’s okay. I’ll include enough content for both weeks, including two new Spotify playlists. 

First, let’s get into the aforementioned work meeting. This was the first one of these in a couple years, for obvious reasons. Basically, it’s a Sunday night meeting where everyone comes in after the store closes, eats pizza and listens to Paul (the owner) tell the story of how he and his old lady bought the store way back in 1988 and made it the successful enterprise it is today. And we go over some basic rules and Black Friday/holiday protocols and we’re usually done within an hour or two. It’s fine. Not necessarily the best use of everyone’s time, but it’s usually an excuse for a few of us co-workers to go get some drinks on a Sunday night. Which, as I said, we super did. I mean, I really relish in any opportunity to show these Colorado folks my Iowa good ole boy drinking abilities. Most people I know out here, with the exception of the people from Dubuque that live here (of which there are many) are stoners and really don’t know how to fucking drink. I like to show them what it’s like. Also, drinking at high altitude for five years makes me look like a god damn superhero when I go home to Iowa and drink. But, I digress. Besides this meeting, not a whole lot of exciting shit went down last week. So let’s talk about this week. But first, last week’s playlist:

11/17/2021

Now moving on to this week. Obviously, Thanksgiving was this week. What a blast that was! So, I have taken to cooking a full bird the last few years, not to mention some sides and gravy and whatnot. The problem is, my roommates are vegetarians, so I end up with SO MUCH FUCKING TURKEY leftovers. This year, one of my roommates invited his family (parents, sister and nephew) over. So even though the pressure was kinda on (I’ve never cooked for that many people before), it was nice to be able to feed that big of a horde with my award-winning* Thanksgiving feast.

*I’ve never won an award for anything in my life.

The next day was Black Friday. In the retail world, this is famously a busy sales day. In the record store world, this is yet another bullshit cash grab with insanely pointless vinyl releases, all under the umbrella of the shitstorm known as Record Store Day. I have discussed Record Store Day in previous posts. I’ve hated it for many years and think it’s become such a fucking travesty that it makes me hate that I have worked in record stores for two decades. It started in 2007 as just a simple way to recognize that record stores are important and maybe we should all recognize this. Now it’s one of the major reasons that record pressing plants are backed up to the point that indie bands are unable to get their shit pressed on vinyl without a two-year wait. Because we all need a $30 12″ single of some shit YouTube-famous star’s ignorant fucking bullshit. But, again, I digress. This year, Black Friday’s drop was not that great and we didn’t sell anywhere near all of the shit that came out that day, so maybe (hopefully) that’s an indication that this vinyl bubble is about to pop. FINALLY. I’m sick of overpaying for shit that I’ve collected my entire life because of these fairweather collector scum fuckheads. Phew... sorry about that. Sometimes you just need to rant.

I watched part one of the new Beatles doc The Beatles: Get Back, which is a new three-part Disney+ feature from director Peter Jackson, who we ll know because Lord of the Rings and Spider-Man and nerds, nerds, nerds. Anyway, this is basically all this raw footage and audio from the sessions where the Beatles, at a time when they pretty famously did NOT get along, sat down to write a handful of new songs for a highly-publicized secret show, which ended up being the famous rooftop show where they got busted by the police. It’s fantastic. Totally surreal to watch this hitherto unseen footage of the most famous rock band of all time, in their element, laughing and goofing off and basically just acting like a garage band from Anytown, U.S.A. It’s truly an amazing film so far. I’m very excited to watch the next two parts, which officially came out the following two days. But I haven’t gotten around to watching the rest of it because the rest of the weekend I did other things.

On Friday, my roommates and I went to our neighbors’ house for a fire in their backyard and got to know them a bit more. We also got to know some of their friends, which ranged from the mundane to the truly depressing. One girl who’s name I either never learned or can’t remember (I was drunk, after all) cornered one of my roommates and I for a good 20 minutes and started talking about her dead husband. At first, I felt deep sorrow for her. That cannot be an easy thing to go through. And based on how much she said “my husband died” or “my husband is dead,” it almost seemed like it was the first time she had ever talked about it. But by the end of the night, I was so sick of hearing about her dead husband I almost called her on it. That would have been in poor taste though, so I’m glad I didn’t. Moments later, she was falling down drunk, to the point where her friend and I had to help her to the car. No judgment. Definitely been there.

Last night, I went to the Gothic Theatre and saw Sebastian FUCKING Bach! I got tickets free through work and my friend that was gonna go with me bailed at the last minute, so I almost didn’t even go. I’m SO glad I didn’t skip it. I convinced one of my co-workers to go with me and we got down there in time to see the second band, Kaleido do their thing. Hot female singer, just heavy and glammy enough. Think a slightly less gothy Evanescence. Not too bad. Anyway, I thought the show that followed would be kind of fun, slightly sad but with enough familiar material to keep all us X-ers and baby boomers interested. Dude, it was incredible. Sebastian still looks and sounds amazing. He and his band ripped through an hour’s set of all classic Skid Row songs. They played the entire Slave to the Grind album (which is my favorite album by them) and a bunch off the first record too. And it was so much fun! I was very pleasantly surprised. 

And that brings us up to speed. Today, I’m taking it easy, for the most part. My friend and former roommate Ryan and I jammed a bit today and sent a few shots to celebrate his recent engagement. Since then, I’ve just been watching football, drinking seltzers and writing. A mellow Sunday, which is what I needed. That’s about all I have for now. I’ll try to get back on track, writing every Sunday. For now, here is this week’s playlist. Be good!

11/24/2021