Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Nine. And Peanut Butter Co! Remember the massive amounts of PBC we’d receive bc the owner loved our show? I mean boxes and boxes, hundreds of bottles over the months. Oh man, every year Craig and MuTTT made us the coolest shirts, Team Sound. Craig said he had to photoshop Imelda&my faces together? And then impose it…something about copyright? I dunno, so cool. Abby was nonplussed about my face in the subway. But she was SO excited when Uncle Jose or Uncle Conrad’s faces were on mailers. You know, I was actually auditioning for Estrella! Even thru the dance calls I was in for Estrella. But they asked me to learn Imelda’s WholeMan (as a monologue!) & one of her songs. In the hallway, 20 minutes or whenever I was ready. DB said he’d envisioned HLL being a concert & not necessarily to be sung 8x/week. (He laughed about it but) Conrad & I looked at each other like, ‘oh, that’s why.’ Ninoy sang for the high heavens & Imelda was in something like 20 songs. I suppose I should count again. Nearly every song. Oskar Eustis is a brilliant dramaturge. He saw things we didn’t see. He came upstairs often. Always so encouraging and empowering. Cutting & adding things left & right. It didn’t make sense to me but we were always better off for it. The sculpture of HLL as we know it is largely due to Oskar’s eye. Years later, Jose & I were running thru an airport, one departing, one arriving, and ran to each other from opposite directions. We were on the phone as we ran to find each other. We finally found each other. Collided….. in front of Gate37. I kid you not. Unrelated: Karaoke is not a Filipino invention. It’s Japanese, and it means “without-orchestra”: Kara-Oche. But it served, so maybe it’s not important.
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
Part Eight. The show was gritty & raw. Gross. Sexy. Sweaty and unpolished. I loved that. I loved Alex’ wink. I think he abhorred and loved and secretly savored Egg On Face. Because #art and #musicaltheatre Stench of the toilets. My jaw was on the floor when Conrad first channeled DB in that number. I’d never had songs written for me before. It felt like ownership. And power. And like being seen. David cried. I showed Lizzie and AnnieB some folk dancing choreo I’d found. Act2. Lizzie showed me what they’d found. I told them about the Filipino folk dances I’d found & the superstitions and meanings behind the movements. When Lizzie taught it to me I added hula because #Hawai’i. We taught it to Janelle and Kristen. Those movements became Sugartime & PleaseDont. I begggggged AnnieB to let me dance more. Her movement speaks to my soul. I feel like one with the earth, like Space is just syrup and Gravity is a suggestion. She made me feel like I was a dancer. Family stories came to light. People asked questions. Doors opened. Lots of Blue Ladies & the like came. OMG, the Marcos grandkids came! Their eyes never left Imelda, even when their attention was supposed to be on the other side of the building. Like hawks. It made me happy. People cursed at me on StarSlave, refused to touch me. Hecklers who yelled “Liar. Murderer.” The conversations that it sparked online, within families, among the company — it was thrilling. People on LSD trips blew glitter in my face. Someone once spat at me. Did I turn the other cheek like Mona Lisa, or maybe I dreamt that. Alex gave me clashing & opposite notes every other day, which drove me CRAZY but also helped establish her bipolar nature. I always had an onion’s worth of layers to explore. I’m grateful for that. I learned a lot from that alone. A gift. Oh, and reading up on the medication she was taking. Portraying mental illness on stage is…____. I’ll think of the right word with time. And no, I wasn’t sabotaging the line on purpose…it just needed to be a better line. There, I said it. (I’m mostly teasing..) We made an album in Chinatown & recorded it in a few hours – fast & dirty.
