Pretty cool. A CHRISTMAS MEMORY book writer Duane Poole emailed me at OSH wishing us Break a Leg! and also shared the below short piece by Truman Capote. Carol Hall, the lyricist for A CHRISTMAS MEMORY (and the lyrics and score for BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS by the way), found it after she wrote the lyrics for a song that my character, Buddy, sings called Whats Next?, lamenting his desire for a simpler life again, away from the big city. Its lovely. And I can completely relate. A CHRISTMAS MEMORY opens Friday, plays Nov 29-Dec 29 LOCAL COLOR - Truman Capote, 1946 It is a myth, the city, the rooms and windows, the steam-spitting streets; for anyone, everyone, a different myth, an idol-head with traffic-light eyes winking a tender green, a cynical red. This island floating like a diamond iceberg, call it New York, name it whatever you like; the name hardly matters because, entering from the greater reality of elsewhere, one is only in search of a city, a place to hide, to lose or discover oneself, to make a dream wherein you prove that perhaps after all you are not an ugly duckling, but wonderful and worthy of love as you thought sitting on the stoop where the Fords went by; as you thought planning your search for a city. Truman Capote, 1946
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 18:06:53 +0000
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