Well I just returned home after seeing Hedwig and the Angry Inch at the Tobin Center. I’m fortunate to be here because I hardly remember driving home as I was lifting my hands in the air 🙌. You know or maybe not (we are encouraged to do this during Midnight Radio). I feel I left a little piece of myself behind. The soul, the lights, the flashing! The subtle or not so subtle humor. The poignant messages. ❤❤️❤️. Was to be an hour and 1/2 no intermission but we got two hours as they did all the songs not just what was shown in the playbill.
Regarding smashing my preconceived notions, here’s how that came about. I went by myself. Being solo is not so bad. I’d already been chatting it up with everyone around me. Nice lady and hubby in the lobby shared a bench with me prior to seating. We talked about prior Broadway trips. How we all want to go back.
Then I find I was upgraded from balcony to right mezzanine. This meant I was in the center of the 3rd row. I always get an aisle seat and as much I liked being closer the middle wigs me out.
This meant I had neighbors. The beautiful women in blue to my left. She asked if I was upgraded too? “Yes” I reply. “How nice” we agree. She tells me she’s on her own. She’s tired of flaky friends and missing out. She’s even quit asking them to go. Me I explain my husband dislikes musicals and my daughter is away at school. I too decided I hate missing out. Encouraged by a coworker to get tickets as we work right next door.
Anyway, my long way to preconceived notions relates to the elderly couple to my right. I say elderly though I’m no longer a spring chicken myself. Let’s just say older than me. They hobbled in and plopped right down. She proceeds to tell me she has hearing aids and her cell phone wifi works with them. She warned she’d be adjusting her cell phone at the start but would put it right away after her personal sound check. I thanked her for letting me know.
My thought bubble is what possessed them to see this show? Not the typical crowd. Yet when the lights went down in the tunes went up, they were rocking it out with the rest of us. They were tapping and moving to the beat. They even lifted their hands in the air which is something the lady in blue to my left didn’t join in on.
After the show ended, as I walked down the stairs to exit with the typical crowd, I thought I’m a brat. No longer just a thought, I know I am. Who am I to judge? Answer no one. And I snapped out of it. And I marveled at the simultaneous differences and similarities of humankind.
As always more to come.
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 