Broadway Lil. That is what they call me. At least it’s what I call myself. Darling, self-titles are rather important because you always need something snazzy to say when you’re being introduced to theatrical people and also jazz musicians. As you kiss your new acquaintances glibly on the cheek you can shout your title.
“Broadway Lil, darling, salutations!”
I haven’t met any jazz musicians lately much to my chagrin but I have been thinking a great deal about the importance of living a theatrical life. My old mantra, yes, and also one that I have found hard to maintain in the past months. I think that for a while I defined theatricality as Talking Like Katharine Hepburn And Wearing A Stole and while those two items are certainly very important, living with theatrically really goes beyond that. I found this out once I ventured out into the cutthroat world of Just Living. Not all of the world is cutthroat, I don’t want to overstate this. Sometimes you come across a coffee shop with velvet sofas and free refills and Billie Holiday playing softly in the background and think to yourself “darling it’s really not so cutthroat after all.” And then you pretend your pencil is a cigarette and throw your scarf over your shoulder with drama and smile at the coffee shop server who is hopefully wearing oxfords and nice socks.
Anyway. In spite of all that, a lot of the world is, well. I will just say it. Unkind to the theatrical. If you know me at all from this blog you’ll know that I like to express myself and my emotions and sometimes be rather manic and toss bad French around recklessly. Beyond this, I and the other theatre geeks that I know are generally sensitive, kind, earnest, enthusiastic, bright, and eccentric individuals who have strong opinions and just generally love Sondheim madly. I think what matters really in my argument is the earnestness and strong opinions. Sometimes the formerly mentioned Cutthroat World will observe the theatre geeks residing inside it (in turbans and smoking jackets. Sorry not sorry that I keep talking about the fabulous outfits) and try to crush the bright, might I say, almost otherworldly spirits in these theatrical beings. And yeah I’m kind of attributing a lot of great qualities to us, my theatrical friends, but I do mean it when I say that theatre people are some of the kindest people on earth.
Now. All I want to say is this: don’t let anybody stop you from being yourself. Yes, perhaps you sing Send In the Clowns dramatically in public restrooms or maybe you just cawn’t stop gabbing about Edward Albee or Jenine Tesori. Or, or, maybe you just love theatre and you want to run off to Broadway and people think you’re crazy for it!
Darling, whether or not it involves stoles is beside the point: you have to stick to who you are and live your theatrical truth. In other words, buy a smoking jacket like I did.
I’ll be back soon, I promise.
All my love,