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CHESS, the musical's 20th Anniversary Concert! St. James Hall in Cardiff, Wales, on April 1st! Woot! Yeah! Um... erm... ah, Cardiff, yes. I remember Cardiff. Imagine an entire city populated by stereotypical thick-necked football hooligans. "OI! OI! OI! OI! OI!" Of course, Cardiff did have Warwick castle (eh, give me castle ruins anyday to that overblown ostentatious place) and the best bangers 'n mash I had my entire time abroad.
But it's CHESS! My favorite musical of all time! And not the American Broadway version either. I mean, I didn't think it was physically possible for something to sound castrated and masturbatory at the same time, but there you go.
If I ever had the money to blow, I would so finance a Cabaret-style overhaul of the show, bringing it back to its concept album roots, and retooling the script. So all I need is to become Sam Mendes and marry Kate Winslet, and we'll be set.
Sorry, I'm just trying to stave off a stuffy head, sore throat, and nagging guilt over the situation.
But it's CHESS! My favorite musical of all time! And not the American Broadway version either. I mean, I didn't think it was physically possible for something to sound castrated and masturbatory at the same time, but there you go.
If I ever had the money to blow, I would so finance a Cabaret-style overhaul of the show, bringing it back to its concept album roots, and retooling the script. So all I need is to become Sam Mendes and marry Kate Winslet, and we'll be set.
Sorry, I'm just trying to stave off a stuffy head, sore throat, and nagging guilt over the situation.
