I’m just home from Don Giovanni. It is 12:57 AM. It is way past my bedtime.

One performance over. One to go. It’s such a short run … very different from what I’m used to. But I’m thankful; the drive is just a whole lot to deal with and I’m not sure how much more I could handle. It’s hard to imagine how I dealt with playing Best of Broadway shows a few years back. And I had kids at home then, too.

Now off to bed with me! Before I turn into a pumpkin.

Oops. Too late.


  1. I didn’t make it to sleep until 3:30 AM which is way too late for an old fart like myself. I’m also glad it’s only two performances since I’m not sure how much longer my body is going to hold out. In truth, the real joy has been in the three weeks of rehearsals. It’s been fascinating.

  2. Yikes … 3:30!!?! I can’t do that any more. (Perhaps I’m even older …?)

    I’m glad that we have an every-other-day schedule; I really crashed today.

    How does it feel to be on all fours for a while. I’m not sure I’d get back up, but even if I did I think I’d look pretty awkward. (But then I’ve always looked awkward.)

    i still love the music … I will always love the music.

    And I’ve loved working with the maestro (what a gracious man!) and hearing fine singing. You’re doing a great job too, and it’s so much fun to see you up there!

  3. Oddly enough, through a combination of too much work on a computer, a week spent with my mother, and serious overall stress, my lower back went out in late June bad enough that I could hardly crawl out of bed for two weeks, let alone do much else. When it finally started healing, I got an email from the opera asking me if I wanted to do three weeks of daily rehearsal for a Merola “Don Giovanni.” I was inclined to say no because I work for a living, but when I heard that the diva Catherine Malfitano was going to be directing, I thought, “hell, why not?”

    The punchline is that the first rehearsal involved being the “human table” on my hands and knees, and picking up the six-foot-two Commondante’s dead body, and running around with the chariot with Zerlina and Masetto, and carrying Don Giovanni off to hell, and I thought, “This is either going to put me and my back into the hospital or it’s going to cure me.” It turned out to be the latter, and I can’t thank the fates and Ms. Malfitano enough.