15 years of Memphis, now living the easy life in Nashvegas.
Basking in the warm glow of my latest invention. Is that radiation?
A solid, workmanlike production of the Stoppard classic.
Now, now. Nashville is every bit as real as Beale Street is.
Betsy's smug incredulosity isn't necessarily reflective of everyone in Nashville, but we WOULD like one of your well-run theatres with good production values if that's possible. We finally got a decent barbecue place in town.
Glad you specified "Fantistic" because the Barbra Streisand, Phil Collins, and Il Divo covers of "Somewhere" are somewhat less.
It's the Orpheum's quadrennial attempt to score some younger season ticket holders by not doing an all Rogers & Hammerstein / Andrew Lloyd Webber season. They'll revert back to their more banal offerings next year (but in the meantime I'm planning a road trip for Book of Mormon; much like my road trip for the pretty-okay-if-slight Zorro last weekend.)
Tony's my hero.
"Bluntry" isn't a neologism as much as a portmanteau. Of course, most people wouldn't know a portmanteau if it bit them on the derriass.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. NASCAR isn't a religion. Hell, it's barely even a sport.
ACC Basketball MIGHT (might) be a religion. Although they've dishonored their God this year.
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