Showing posts with label i totally write about music sometimes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i totally write about music sometimes. Show all posts

6.07.2013

redbeanbun goes to the theater: matilda the musical

Okay.



Okay okay okay.

So my favorite part of Matilda (the Musical) was that basically every part (except Miss Honey, pretty much) was a character actor part. Everyone (except Miss Honey) was completely over the top and incredible. Mr. Wormwood sprang around on pliéd legs like some kind of deranged David Tennant-as-Barty Crouch Jr. or gigantic grasshopper, and his floppy peroxide'd hair was - 


Okay wait, so my favorite part of Matilda (the Musical) was how incredibly well the costumers made the characters look like living cartoons from Quentin Blake's hands. From Mrs. Wormwood's voluminous bouffant and breasts to the Trunchbull's massive shoulders to Amanda Thripp's pigtails to the fact that everyone moved in amazing Graham-esque brusque choreography, everything was illustration-perfect - 



Okay wait, so my favorite part of Matilda (the Musical) was the incredible stage effects, from Amanda Thripp being tossed by her hair to Magnus writing on the chalkboard. The sets were completely amazing, and involved a very complicated floor that had many moving sections and changed from flat to desks to a bathroom wall and back again. 



But actually, my favorite part of Matilda (the Musical) was how it was an incredibly true adaptation of the book. I love that book - I've read every Roald Dahl children's book and most of his more adult works, and the last time I read one was maybe two months ago. They're what I remember learning to read more complicated books on, and they're what I remember hiding out in the library stacks with. I'm also an incredibly harsh judge of book-to-[movie/play/musical/avant-garde modern dance production in the woods].  I won't get mad at the Hunger Games for not actually making their young actors starve themselves, but I will get mad over the lack of a cave or the physical notes Katniss got from Haymitch.

What I'm saying is that I get very attached to books, and I get very upset when I see them represented incorrectly. 

Surprise one: the plot of Matilda (the Musical) is, in a way, wildly different from that of Matilda (the Book).

Surprise two: I'm not going to say it was an improvement over the source material, but I may think it kind of aggressively.

Surprise three: I think that if Roald Dahl had watched that musical, he would've been really pleased. 

As pleased as a man with two dogs.
It may have thrown out some plot points and rearranged others to be more thematically useful, but the thing that stayed true was the feeling, the darkness and the subtle humor, that anyone who remembers any Dahl will recognize. The fact that almost all of the music was either choppy and atonal or imbued with quiet sadness or wildly irreverent makes you know just how much the writers (book and music) understand Matilda and her strange powers. 

The only thing I was sort of bleh about was Miss Honey, but then, she's just supposed to be nice and meek. Sooooooo I guess she was on par with what you'd expect. 

The kids were great, the adults were great, the sets and costumes were great, I have one of the songs stuck in my head, Mr. and Mrs. Wormwood were show-stoppingly hilarious. I hope this show runs forever.

OH AND PS: It appears that the casting is largely race-blind. That also made me really happy. Sorry I forgot for a second.

5.18.2012

new york event reminder: THIS WEEKEND IS GOOGA MOOGA

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I AM GOING TO SEE HALL AND OATES LIVE

WITH MY EYES

IN PERSON

OH MY GOD

Commence all-Hall-and-Oates soundtrack... well, like three days ago, but OFFICIALLY now:






OH MY GOD I AM SO EXCITED.

Also, I totally think Daryl Hall is sexier now than when he was in the '80s:
Whereas, Oates... Let's just focus on Hall's glorious mane, shall we? from zimbio
That might just be me.

Anyway you guys, I promise to take really horrible cell phone pictures of the experience and upload them perhaps immediately after I get home Sunday night. I can't believe how excited I am.

AND I'M SEEING THEM FOR FREE.

Dear everyone that doesn't live in New York, this is what you're missing out on - the rent's higher, but there's so much free stuff you can't possibly do it all.

OR CAN YOU?!?!?

Probably not, if you're employed.

I swear to report back on what will certainly be the most wonderful and joyous occasion of my entire life.

3.16.2012

redbeanbun goes to the movies: delicacy with myself


I have so many points I loved about this movie, so I'm gonna break it down by section.

The music

The soundtrack is essentially the album Franky Night by Emilie Simon, and it's sweet, and a little haunting, and beautiful. It's all up in my Spotify right now. The song used in the trailer, Something More, is my new favorite pretend-my-life-is-a-movie song. I think you should listen to it. Think about listening to it. Then listen to it. Then ruminate and get back to me.

The SWEATERS.

I loved the costuming of this movie, so incredibly hard. Audrey Tautou's character, Nathalie, is some kind of successful-ish 30-ish business?woman (her job is never really clear to me, at any point in the movie), and has this fantastic wardrobe of really beautiful pieces, but not too big of a wardrobe. Pieces are repeated and she wears the same pair of beautiful, beautiful high-heeled spectator T-straps through more or less the entire movie. Oh my god, but those shoes were gorgeous. So it feels more like a legitimate wardrobe than that sort of Sex and the City clothing idea that makes a mockery of your carefully-selected statement pieces, because you have to wear them more than once, and who even does that?

Anyway, as much as I adored the high-waisted pants and the SHOES, I challenge anyone to watch that movie and not come out of it thinking I NEED THAT SWEATER about at least one of them.

from filmequals.com

I couldn't find a good picture of my favorite one on the internet, to which I say, THANKS A LOT, INTERNET, but it's actually a sheer cardigan layered over a navy (I think) camisole. It was gorgeous.

Okay, I'm done obsessing over sweaters. (I'm not. I'm just going to stop telling you about them.)

The movie itself

I've said before that I love a good rom-com. I also love Audrey Tautou, in the way that a white midwestern girl who was in high school when she saw Amelie for the first time totally would love Audrey Tautou. In addition to that, I now completely and totally love Francois Damiens. So, people-wise, we're cool.

It starts with your classic, glossy love story, pretty, interesting girl meets handsome, charming man, they fall in love, life happens, he gets hit by a car, she becomes consumed by her career, she becomes so focused on her work that she accidentally kisses a coworker and has zero memory of it. I have now spoiled the first maybe ten minutes of this movie for you.

All in all, I thought that it was incredibly sweet, but it didn't seem cloying to me. Full disclosure, though, I did have two glasses of prosecco as part of my date with myself (one of which was FO' FREE, loooooove Lincoln Center Film Society), so my focus may have been soft, like the film.

It was also heartbreakingly sad at times, and awkward, and charming, and just wonderful. I found it to be sort of clever, but not too clever, and also wonderfully French.

For instance, one of my favorite lines: "Being with Francois made time disappear.... Is that what love feels like? Weeks without Thursdays?"

Am I so right about the Frenchiness? I'm right.

Anyway, I thought it was sweet, and sad, and charming, and overall pretty damn delightful. It made me laugh out loud, it gave me shivers up my spine and a thrill in my chest, and all in all, it was the best thing to watch for an evening spent romancing myself. 

3.15.2012

depression: a guide

I've been dealing really well lately, and more or less being a functional, happy-ish human being.

Mind you, this comes from FINALLY finding the right anti-depressant for me, and the right therapist, and the right therapy schedule, and a better sleep schedule, and a giant love-fest of a support network, and having a fake-sun-light in my room when I wake up. Being happy-ish and functional takes a lot more maintenance for a person with depression than it does for people without mental health issues.

But, you know, even with all the work I'm doing to maintain an engaged, present self and worldview, life keeps on happening. People keep being occasionally, mildly awful. Friends keep going through hard times and needing a shoulder to cry on. The world does not fall into sync with your new, hard-won peace.

So, with that in mind, here are a few of my tips for re-centering, re-focusing, and bringing yourself back to your good spot when life gets in the way of your recovery. (Note: these things are not intended to be a replacement for therapy, medication when necessary, or a support network. These are supplements. If you need tips on how to get started on the path to mental healthierness, or just want to talk about how you're doing, you can always email me.)

1. Soundtrack your life.

I know this sounds silly, but if I'm leaving work, and I'm sort of stuck on something someone said, replaying it over and over and wondering how I could've gotten around it, or if the weather's sort of gloomy, or whatever, I put on a song that either matches my mood or pulls me to where I want to be. Sometimes, the best way to deal with someone being stupid is to blast some Nicki Minaj.

This also works when you're feeling sort of blank. It used to be that when I felt empty, I'd put on Elliott Smith or Bright Eyes and angst it out. Now, I shoot for something that'll make me feel something. Sometimes, that means Fiona Apple-ing it and just getting really into feeling mad for a little while, but most times if I'm a little hollow, or low, or high, or really anything, Countdown by Beyonce will do the trick. This is so intensely my go-to wanna-feel-good song, I can't even tell you.

I've also found that leaving work with something a little weird in my headphones can make me feel really hopeful and open. By "a little weird," I mean things like A Real Hero from Drive or this random song from The Transporter 3 - things that make you feel sort of slinky or bouncy or at least like you're about to do something movie-worthy.

And then, of course, there are times where you want nothing more than to really feel your sadness for a minute. I think you should give yourself one or two songs to really let yourself bathe in your sadness and appreciate it, maybe cry a little bit, and then take a breather, stretch a little bit, and put on something you can't help but dance to. My progression for this situation almost always involves Fire and Rain by James Taylor, Under the Milky Way by The Church, and then I shake it off (probably forcibly) and throw on SuperBass by Nicki Minaj, because I really can't not dance to that.

2. Make dates with yourself.

I don't know if you guys have this problem, but I feel really guilty taking time to myself, for myself. I've started being better about keeping a calendar, but sometimes looking at all of my commitments, friend-dates, and so on makes me feel totally overwhelmed and sometimes I'll end up bailing on all of my plans for a few days because I just can't deal with doing anything.

Suffice it to say, that's not really a great tactic, because then you come out of your hibernation to find you've got even more things to catch up on. Argh.

So instead, I've started blocking out nice, large swaths of time about once every week or two and labeling it as "Date: Self" in my Google Calendar. It's a promise I'm making to myself - once it's in the calendar, it's scheduled, and there's no way around it. (Of course, in the event of a friend-emergency/crisis, I would reschedule my self-time, but then I'm still rescheduling it rather than not having it at all.)

I also don't always let my me-time be staying at home, watching TV (though we all know how much I love doing that). I've gotta romance myself! I've got high standards and I want to be impressed, dammit.

Tonight, I'm taking myself to dinner and a movie. I'm going to order something that I'd normally avoid, and I'm going to have a nice glass of wine. I'm going to see a movie that I really want to see, and not feel bad that I didn't invite someone else along. I'm going to go home and fall asleep happy.

I'm really excited.

3. Volunteer.


Everyone cares about something - unless you're caught in the grips of depression, that is. Reclaim your interests. Celebrate them. Get involved with something where you're promising your time to someone else, because it's easier to get yourself out of bed when you know someone else is waiting on you. Plus, volunteering makes you feel like you're doing something good, which helps with your feelings of self-worth and happiness.

Pick something that matters to you, and find a way to help out. You don't have to go the "traditional" volunteer route, of soup kitchens or clothing pantries (though those are great causes to help out!). There are a million ways to get involved in your community. Volunteer for a political campaign, in a community garden or farm, or with a local group that does something that matters to you.

I've been working events for The Center - events like dances, book readings, concerts, art shows. I know the proceeds from those events go to other things that The Center helps with, like assisting homeless and troubled LGBT youth (and adults, for that matter), smoking cessation programs, and generally being a place where you can go and feel accepted - all while doing something that I find fun and enjoyable (most of the time, playing the bartender - secret fact, guys, I absolutely LOVE bartending).

If there's something that you really enjoy doing, there's probably a charity somewhere that needs someone to do that. There are events for gamers to help by gaming. If that exists, there is probably a way for you to find something that you're interested in and make it charitable.

4. Use your support network.

Anyone who's been in therapy knows that a huge part of getting better is forming a reliable support network. I've spent years making sure I have people in place in case of an emergency, and training myself to feel comfortable with the idea of using them for support.

Pro-tip: You'll be much more confident in your support network's ability to help you if you let them help you. 


This is one of the hardest things I do. I have a seriously difficult time reaching out when I need help. Lately, though, I've been making a concerted effort to reach out to someone when I'm feeling low or needy, and ask them for help, even if help is just in the form of a longer phone conversation with my mom or even just hugs. (I love hugs, and I find that I need them often. My roommate is a real bro about this.)

I know this is going to sound crazy, fellow depressives - they're all really glad that I'm asking for help. I had spent so many years being someone to rely on, and not needing anyone, that they're all surprised and sometimes almost gleeful that I'm asking for advice or a shoulder. Most of your friends and family probably don't realize the extent of your depression at its worst, or even at its best. I know you want them to reach out without your having to say anything, but since, often, a big part of depression is withdrawing into yourself, it will take them a lot longer to realize that you're depressed (and not just tired) if you don't tell them. 


Shock horror disaster - you tell them you're feeling down, and all of a sudden you've got help and support coming out of your ears. I honestly think a lot of people would be surprised with how much support their support networks can actually give. I know I am constantly surprised by it. It almost makes me feel silly that I spent so many years wading through this alone.



Well guys, those are my best tips for dealing. Again, if you have mental health issues, it is a really good idea to find a psychologist, social worker, free drop-in counselling session, or whatever floats your boat, and to talk to your doctor about medication if it's right for you.

But after all of that, don't forget that there's still life to live outside of your diagnosis.

xoxoxoxox, lovers. Leave your best tips in the comments.

2.07.2012

things to read: CAITLYN GOT ME SICK edition

Actually, I kind of think literally everyone is sick right now. That's what happens when there's warm weather in New York in the winter - the subway turns into a huge incubator, and it's disgusting. Seriously, you get on and you're immediately hit with humidity, that is a mix of not having the air conditioning turned on and everyone wearing their winter clothes. New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down.

Also reminding me of why small towns are great is this post from Mental Floss about bookstore cats.

Here's an excellent example of why I love the Bloggess: this seems like a totally normal conversation in the canon of her life.

Here's Wil Wheaton singing Soft Kitty to his wife.

Mental Floss also live-tweeted the Superbowl, but in the awesome way that you would've hoped they would.

OK Go's new music video is also an ad for a car, but it follows in their trend of intense awesome. In fact, I'm not going to link you to it: I AM PUTTING IT HERE SO YOU MUST WATCH IT.


Did you watch it? I'm not going to give you anything else to look at until you watch it.

Okay. Good. Watch it again for good measure.

My high school friend Collette is writing her thesis on the female orgasm. Yup.

Remember how I was so angry last week? HAHAHAHAHAHA, KOMEN. IN YOUR FACE.

I'm mature.

But also, Planned Parenthood received HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS in one day. Thanks, internet. You're a real mensch.

I got a Pinterest account and have subsequently completely lost it. I love pinning things. (As a reminder, you can find all the places where I link to random crap on the internet on an insanely regular basis on my about me page.)

Finally, Caitlyn redeems herself by providing this link about what your favorite Disney villain says about you.

1.05.2012

special edition: songs you should listen to

For some stupid reason (PROBABLY POLITICS AMIRITE) they aren't on Spotify, but Macedo is a band headed by twins Michelle and Melissa. Their voices are amazing, and bonus! They're really nice as humans.


...and they're pretty. /blush. I totally had a crush on Michelle for a while after she visited her sister in NYC.

But now they both live in LA. PFFT. LA. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.

Anyway, listen to them. If you like sort of jazzy-ish, sort of Regina-Spektor-ish vocals. Or really great lyrics.

POINT BEING THEY'RE GREAT. Please ignore me while I go hide somewhere for a few days.