doctorwho:

A Dalek showed up on the campus at MIT

bittertwee:

Here’s a close-up I just lifted from The Tech since none of my pics were any good. They did a great job— it’s actually kind of scary.

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I could barely make out Aaron in DYHTPS. Hopefully, the editing will make things better. I could have sworn I heard multiple voices on Enjolras’ solo parts minus one line. I hope I’m wrong and it’s just the recording. It sounds great as an a capella though.

Video of the filming of Les Miserables. Sound is muted due to copyright. But it has Aaron as Enjolras in action!

The wig. That is all.

So excited!

Just needs a reblog.

People have got to stop spamming tags with Role-Playing posts. It’s annoying to have to keep clicking “block”. Seriously stop.

Some interesting notes.

• I Believe was originally intended for Moritz’s funeral before it was cut and reinstated as the underscore for the hayloft scene.
• The Word of Your Body was originally written for the boys before giving it to Melchior and Wendla too.
• The Word of Your Body was at one point considered by Michael Mayer to be a subtitle for the show. (Good thing it wasn’t.)
• The Song of Purple Summer’s opening lines were rewritten and taught to Lauren Pritchard an hour before the last preview of the show before it was frozen.
• There are a few photos of the Second National Tour Cast in the middle which was a nice bonus.

On a whole, it was an interesting read, but I think there could have been more especially on some of the original lyrics and why they were changed. (ex. Touch Me, Mirror-Blue Night) There are a lot of references to classical material which I am a huge fan of. This definitely helps shed some new light on the show and is a must read for all the guilty ones out there.

Apparently, Amazon did not get the memo on the new release date and it is out for delivery now. I got free two day shipping, but I guess they forgot about the leap year. I’d say this is good news to those who bought it from there! Just a heads up!

One winter night in 2007, our first Wendla (Lea Michele) texted me from backstage of our Broadway theater: “Were you thinking about our show when you wrote the lyrics to ‘The Guilty Ones’?” She was referring to how our sweet, unknown show had gone longing for a home for years until we finally got it on.

Something’s started crazy—
Sweet and unknown.
Something you keep
In a box on the street—
Now it’s longing for a home…

Lea (as ever) had a point. But I had actually been thinking about something else when I wrote the lyrics: namely about the guilty longing we all try to keep from ourselves. Wendla and Melchior have found such unfathomable pleasure—love?—in  each other’s arms.

And who can say what dreams are?…

I remember our Austrian lyricist first rendered this as, “Wer weiß schon, was real ist…?” (“Who knows what’s real…?”) I wrote to her, “It isn’t a question for Wendla of what’s real but, “What is this beautiful dream I am going through? Can I trust it? Is it substantive? Will it last?”

And who can say what we are?…

As Prospero states in The Tempest, “We are such stuff / As dreams are made on.” If we cannot know what dreams are, how can we ever know ourselves?

Sorrow is the shadow of our dreams, for it feeds on the unfulfillment of those dreams.  Yet, sorrow also fuels our desire to fulfill them. Like the lover in Shakespeare’s rueful sonnet, Melchior asks himself — how has he had Wendla “as a dream doth flatter / In sleep a king, but waking no such matter”?

“And now,” Wendla and Melchior have heard the word of their bodies, and it is their bodies that are the guilty ones:

Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall in silence from the sky,
And whisper some silver reply…

The “silver reply” alludes to Shakespeare.  When Juliet calls “Romeo” from her balcony, the giddy young Montague replies, “How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, / Like softest music to attending ears!”

Transported by pleasure from the hayloft where they lie, Melchior and Wendla are like those wonder-wounded lovers in Chagall—falling through the heaven of a wordless love, their bodies whispering, and offering solace, to one another…

Now out March 13th