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1.04.2007

cha-cha-cha-changes

Well there's a lot going on right now. A few weeks back, Jon left HellBaby. He and Diane will be moving to Chicago fairly soon, and it seemed a logical transition time for him. This means that he'll probably be stepping down as a festival producer within the month as well. I'm really going to miss them, but am so excited for them too.

Last night Deb left HellBaby too. She commutes in from North Jersey every week for rehearsal, and it's become too much of a strain for her. So now we are down to four. We're going to have to do some restructuring to get back on track but I am hoping we can set things right and this will inevitably reinvigorate us collectively.

Last week Corey and I invited to have Alli come play with us at my house, and it went really well. She seemed to fit in nicely and we've taken the plunge. Alli is now the newest Man About Town. I'll be booking a show for us soon.

The second round of Troika is coming up in two weeks. I am really excited. Last month was a great success and I'm hard at work to hammer out the kinks from last time. We have some really nice talent and think there'll be some fun stuff happening on stage.

I'll leave you with this little snippet from the darling Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Change Upon Change

Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
Along the stream, beside the hedge.
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!
For if I do not hear thy foot,
The frozen river is as mute,
The flowers have dried down to the root.
And why, since these be changed since May,
Shouldst thou change less than they.


1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

And slow, slow as the winter snow
The tears have drifted to mine eyes;
And my poor cheeks, five months ago
Set blushing at thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
It was thine oath that first did fail, -
It was thy love proved false and frail, -
And why, since these be changed now,
Should I change less than thou.

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