Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Suesjoy Doing Well!

Reports from her husband, Sujoy. :D

#1 Sue-Friends,Last night, over her Panang Duck Sue decided to name her tumor. She calls it Fred. She hopes to take back Fred in a glass jar once the surgery is done.She is in good spirits. She is feeling confident and is not scared at all. She amazes me.We are now at the hospital and the surgery is about to begin. The Surgeon's will provide regular updates that I will post.Thanks for all the love and good wishes all of you have sent.
5:05 AM

#2 Hello Sue-Friends,The surgery is being done in 3 phases.Phase 1 is an incision into the skull. This part is done. Her vital signs are good. Phase 2 has just begun and will last for 3-4 hours. In this phase they will cut through the mastoid bone and free up the portion that houses the tumor "Fred".Phase 3 is the partial removal of Fred. The main reason to do a partial removal of a 4.5cm tumor is to ensure that the facial nerves do not get effected. I am holding up OK. Was a little worried, but Susan's optimism and strength before she went in for Pre-Op has filled me with courage.Thanks for the good vibes, prayers and the encouragement.
12:58 PM

#3 Hello everyone,Stage two is over and Fred is being cut to tiny little pieces. Sue is doing good.After phase 3 ends the clean up begins and then we will get a full report. After the surgery, they will move her to the ICU for a couple of days to monitor her progress and then she will be on the general floor for maybe 4 days. After that she is ready to go home. HOME! currently we are officially homeless so we will be staying with Cousin Anne who has graciously opened her home to us.Anjoli and I will monitor Sue's progress for the next 10 days before making a decision. If she is recovering well we will leave her in the capable hands of Anne and fly to Taipei. Anjoli's school begins on Aug 17th and we are hoping that she will be able to start school in time.Anjoli is currently in NY with her friend. She knows everything and I keep her updated on Sue's progress. She is being very strong. I am so proud of her.Someone asked Anjoli if the removal of Fred is going to make her Mom less weird and she rolls her eyes and says that it will take the removal of some other part of the Brain to even come close. I love my weird Sue and based on all the comments so do you guys.
Love you all
3:00 PM

Friends,Its done.The operation is complete and is a SUCCESS. The Dr. said that they were able to remove Fred completely. Also they are quite certain that they have not effected the facial nerves. They can see some movement there already. That's bloody great news. And yes I will echo the thought "Fred is dead, Long live Sue".We are now waiting for her to wake up so that they can move her to the ICU. Once she is admitted to the ICU we will be able to go and visit with her.The next 2 days are of course crucial. There are still a few major concerns-infections, spinal fluid flow etc. But everything right now looks very good.Will post again tomorrow. Maybe ask Sue what she would like me to say.
Love you all
6:19 PM

Dear Friends, Sue is awake. She is talking and she is looking good. She asked me tell all of you "I love you, all".The most amazing thing is that she can still can hear with her left ear. Before the surgery the Doc's had told us that the chances of left ear hearing was slim to nothing, but low and behold she can still hear.She truly believes that all the love and good vibes from all our friends has made her strong and fearless.On the walls of room we have pasted pictures of Virgin Mary, Anjoli, me, The Who, Rufus Wainwright, her lat mother(when she was a 6 years old) and her sister. She likes that.I just went and got her a set of small speakers so that she can hear music while she is still in ICU. Have not had a chance to turn them on yet, but I will be doing so in the next few minutes. Will ask her what she would like to hear-any guesses? My money is on Rufus Wainwright.Love you all. Never thought cyber friends could be so close and so loving and wonderful.
12:23 PM

Hello Friends,Day 2 & 2.5-Some ups and downs. Beginning of day 2 they removed the spinal fluid drain tap (hole on right side of head). They had monitored it for 24 hrs and felt that there won't be a build up. They put 8 stitches around it.All was going well till the end of the day; Sue felt some moisture in her nostrils and to be safe the Drs. did a test to see if there was still some spinal fluid leakage. The result was positive; so to reduce the pressure in her head due to spinal fluid buildup they did a lumbar tap (like spinal tap but the tap remains there for 3 days). Ouch-Very painful.As a result of the lumbar tap, when Sue moves she gets acute mind numbing headaches. But Sue is a trooper and she continues to be positive.Spoke to the Drs., and they are very happy with her progress. They have some minor concerns- 1)Spinal fluid build up (may require minor surgery if lumbar tap does not work after 72 hrs) 2)Eye lid movementAfter speaking to the specialist, who came by this morning, both of us are quite relieved. In spite of these bumps on the road to recovery we feel that everything is going well.Anjoli is coming back from NY tomorrow afternoon and both of us will be glad or see our baby. We missed her a lot.Sue is now out of the ICU and on the general floor- excellent sign.So please keep sending those positive thoughts, vibes, love and prayers Susan's way.If you need to contact me you can email me at sujoy.d.guha@gmail.com orcall me at 858 922 3877

For Rob

Rob, I pulled your comment from the last tread to post here. Many heartfelt condolences to you and your family.


30, 1926-JULY 30, 2007

It is with a heavy heart and through many tears that I write this. My beloved father just died of a heart attack about an hour ago. I found him slumped over in the bathroom on the floor. I tried to revive him as did the paramedics when they arrived. My brother, myself and my dad's girlfriend just returned from the hospital.

I'm quite shaken up right now but I wanted to share with someone what a wonderful man he was. A WWII veteran, an accomplished writer, a man of genius intellect, and most important, the most wonderful and generous father and husband anyone could ask for. He will be sincerely missed by all whose lives he touched.

On the bright side, he is now at peace and surely back by my mother's side once again.

I love you Dad, and if I can be half the man you were in life, I'll have been a success!

Love, you're admiring son,

Who Initiations

I was recently invited to join this group to add posts - yay! I posted this to a recent blog but now am presenting it as an entry.
I was thinking for this blog...question about how each of us "discovered" The Who for ourselves. I love these kinds of stories as I am sure each one of us has a unique take on their initiation into their music. For me..the story goes like this: I was about 12 years old..on the cusp of adolescents and feeling very confused and angry. I remember my friend's father had an apartment in town and we used to sneak out from boarding school and gate crash his apartment by climbing in through his kitchen window. The father was never around so it used to be the ideal crash base for us. One day we - my friend Sharon and I - were going through his records (vinyl - woo hoo) and I came across the Quadorphenia album with all the pictures and the sleeve story. I put the record on and remember getting goose bumps just listening to the beginning with the sounds of the piano playing over the sound of a stormy sea. The lyrics BLEW ME AWAY with their anger, relevance and beauty. After that Quod became my staple for EVERYTHING and a yard stick for all other musicians. I became a WHO freak! I used to go every month to the record shop and buy my next Who album with the little pocket money that was giving to me. Talk about dedication. Since then..Quod has always been my defining CD when I am feeling frustrated or needing to feel sublime.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Our Best Going Out to Suesjoy

For those who have not yet heard, our Sue has been diagnosed with an acoustic neuroma and is due to go into surgery in MASS General on Tuesday. All of us from TOWHM send our love and best wishes for a speedy and complete recovery. Sue keep us posted, know we are all with you in support. Keep positive with many good thoughts headed your way, those of us who pray are praying for you. We look forward to hearing from you post-op. And as Rachel would say, keep your chin up, at least you only have one!

Friday, July 27, 2007

The Girl Who Heard The Boy Who Heard Music

A Brief Chronicle of Attending the World Premiere of Pete Townshend's new rock musical.

(note: this is a duplicate version of a post that appears on my own blog)

There’s not much to be said, in terms of social life, to living in Upstate New York, where stores close at five and restaurants stop serving at nine and the bars call last call at –Good God!—midnight, but this is a New York City girl talking. I spent my formative years in New York City, so I suppose any town that doesn’t offer me 24-hour martinis and drag queens is, quite simply, dull.

But life has its way of delivering nice surprises. Just when you’re about ready to pack it in, and give up your 9-acre farmhouse in Woodstock for a 300 square foot apartment on the Lower East Side (which will take eleven additional years off your life and cost five times as much); just when you are about to have a nervous breakdown because you find out Pete Townshend—your most favorite, most admired artist—played a small gig at Joe’s Pub, and you weren’t there because you were too busy yawning in Woodstock, and spending countless hours on the internet reading about other peoples’ exciting lives; just when you are about to question why the hell you left New York City in the first place, a friend calls you up and tells you Pete Townshend’s new rock opera, the Boy Who Heard Music, is going to be workshopped just across the river in Poughkeepsie New York.

“Are you serious?” I said. And then: “Why?”

Poughkeepsie is not the sort of place you’d expect International Debuts of anything. Poughkeepsie is one of those places no one wants to live, but they have to because they either go to or teach at Vassar. Don’t get me wrong: it’s a beautiful city; a river town, a faded Grande Dame of the Hudson. But it has suffered, dear readers, from years of neglect. Just the sort of place for great Art and Theater wouldn’t you say? Abso-f-ing-lutely.

I looked online and found a few sites selling tickets for $300. This led to a half-hour’s worth of depression and self pity at the thought of not being able to go, but then I had one second of intelligence and called Vassar direct. Tickets via the theater itself were only $25. Won’t get fooled again.

And now, a brief tangent:

In my teens, twenties and thirties I was a rabid Who fan and considered Pete Townshend some sort of soul brother (I still do). The vibration he put out in his music and the vibration I felt as a teen (and wasn’t even aware of ) perfectly matched and that, my dear, is how a fan is born. You connect, you clink, a chink is made in a long, lovely, electric chain, and you find yourself entwined to a person you never met. Forever. These things cannot be undone, although they can certainly be forgotten. By the conscious mind.

In my late thirties, I was told by my then-husband that I had to “grow up” and for some reason I thought that meant having to give up my love for rock and roll. I told myself I had “grown out” of Pete and Robert and Jimmy and Jim and that I should be doing something more sophisticated with my time, (like working at a job I hated, writing stories that nobody read, and arguing with a husband I didn’t really like). Anyway, that is another story, which you can read about in my second memoir which will come out in 2009.

My whole point is to explain why I had never heard of The Boy Who Heard Music until this summer, when it landed in my lap. You see, apparently my soul brother Pete had been writing TBWHM as a novella, and he had published this novella online, and he has hundreds of fans with whom he corresponded online regarding the revisions of the novella. So while I was busy trying to dig my way out of an avalanche of a marriage, Pete’s fans—folks like me—were busy offering input on story lines, plot developments, characters and scenes. They were like talking to Pete! God bless them!

(This is what I do for a living, by the way. I edit writers’ manuscripts. Adult literary fiction mostly. And anything written by my favorite rock stars. So Robert Plant, if you’re looking for an editor, I’m yours.) End of tangent.

Now you know why I am one of the few people who saw TBWHM “blind,” meaning I have not yet had the pleasure of reading the novella on which the play is based.

Pan to the Powerhouse Theater: an alarmingly clean, civilized, user-friendly theater nestled on a college campus so picture-perfect you bemoan the fact that you did not attend college there. I got to Vassar two hours early, expecting paparazzi and mobs, and a parking lot full of middle-aged men blaring Quadrophenia from their car stereos and stoking up hot dogs on their tail-gate grills. Instead, I found a sleepy college campus—sleeping in that lazy summer way: cicadas softly buzzing, willow trees swaying in a light breeze, the grass freshly cut and green, despite a drought, because Vassar has big bucks and can afford to keep the sprinklers sprinkling. I couldn’t find the theater straightaway, but that was fine, because my dog was with me and she needed to pee, so we strolled along the wide paths, she trolling among the old oak trees and clipped hedges, me looking for another Pete fan who could steer me toward the Powerhouse.

But it was the dog who ultimately led me to the theater. She caught a scent trail and bee-lined it toward an impressive looking building: clearly modern, but modern in a tasteful way that did not violate the august codes of the Ivy League, which say a college must have old stone buildings and a colonial scale and a limestone library flanked by lions or statues of dead white men or some such thing....this building was unmistakably a School of the Arts. And the crowd milling outside was a good sign, too: a man wearing a "Keith Moon Lives" t-shirt, a photographer trying to talk his way into the no-photos-no-voice-recorders show; a young dude with pink hair standing next to a woman who must have been his mother. And you could tell his mother had been to Woodstock. She had the halter tap, the long hippie skirt, and most of all that look--a look that says I was there. Her son kept addressing her as "Dude" and she didn't care.

Anyway, my dog seemed to be on a mission. English Setters are always on a mission of course, but mine seemed to have caught a very special scent trail. Pete’s perhaps? Was she determined to go sniff out Pete and get his autograph? “He’s not here,” I told her, sadly. “But that guy from ‘Sex and the City’ is. He's a total babe.”

She howled when I told her it was show time and I had to put her back in the car.

And now, on with the show.

The Boy Who Heard Music was described in the program as a "hallucinatory tale about the rise and fall of a band made up of three teenagers from different ethnic backgrounds as seen through the eyes of an aging rock star." I knew that the aging rock star was Ray High (I’m not that out of the loop) and I knew Ray High pretty well from Psychoderelict. What stuck in my mind most about that concept album was the little S&M scene between Ruth and Rastus Knight (which to me is one of the best names a fictional character has every received. I want to ask Pete some day if I can steal that and name one of my own characters Rastus). Anyway, as I sat waiting for the show to begin, I wondered just how much of Ray, and/or Psychoderelict, would be in this play. I wondered if there would be any underage sex and or whipping scenes. But the program did not allude to this whatsoever. It was a delightfully humble program--no photographs, black and white type, stapled; so humble I knew I could sell it on ebay someday for like eight hundred bucks (but I'd never!)

I sat in the front row between two Little Old Ladies—both of them seasoned theatergoers who had subscribed to the Powerhouse Theater for many years. We chatted before the show and I asked them, with a straight, kind face, if they knew anything about the show, or the playwright, because I could tell they didn’t. They spoke of a “Peter Townshend” who lived in New York, and was a “musician of some sort.” They certainly did not know of The Who, or of the windmill arm swinging or of the guitar smashing, of Psychoderelict or the original conception of Ray High. They didn’t know about Rastus and his taste for whips. I am not saying they were at a loss for not knowing this, or that I am a superior human being because I can recite and sing all of anything Pete has ever written word-by-word. I just worried a little that they might be, well, surprised, at Mr. Peter Townshend’s interpretation of the term “musical theater.” There would be no men in top hats and canes in this piece, I didn’t think. But there was a formidable looking drumkit up there on that stage. I couldn’t wait!

And sure enough, when the first bass note hit after a lovely piano prelude, and the drums smashed, and the band’s keyboardist, drummer, bassist, and two guitarists ripped into “Pick up the Peace,” the little old lady at my right literally jumped in her seat. We happened to be sitting right in front of a triple stack of speakers, and I was psyched to discover that I could feel each bass note in my heart—kind of a pounding in my chest, like those machines they use to jolt a heart-attack victim back to life---
What are they called? I’m no medic. Just a big-ass Who fan who felt the bass bringing me back to life.

But my neighbor had her ears blocked. I smiled at her, nodded at the stage and gave her kind of a “check it out” look. She smiled back and unplugged her ears. I told her I’d hold her hand if she’d like, and she laughed, and I told myself to remember this moment if I ever got to that age when I decided rock and roll was just “too loud.” :)
Once, when I was seventeen, my father literally kicked me out of the house because I wouldn't turn the music down. I must remind myself of that one too.....

Anyway, The first act consisted of thirteen songs, and begins with Ray High delivering a short monologue about, um, I’m not really sure. He exists in the future, and—as the lovely, lovely director Ethan Silverman pointed out before the curtain was drawn—is living in an insane asylum in London. The casting of Ray was perfect. Because I was in the front row I had the pleasure of studying John Hickok’s face, and the nuanced facial expressions and body language he maintained throughout the performance, even when he was just a spectator to the “main” story.

But I have to confess here that, from the get-go, the plot of this play, and its myriad story lines, were almost totally lost on me. This, I gather, is because I did not read the novella and came into this totally blind. I really tried to follow the story, and latch onto at least some of the plot points, but most of it was over my head. I will take full blame for this, of course. I don’t consider myself a great intellect, and Pete clearly is. But as a writer and an editor, it is programmed in me to always try to find a very clear story in a theatrical piece, and its forward motion. So again, take me with a grain of salt. I actually started to take notes, writing down the areas where I felt confused, making notes of the dialogue that was effective, and the dialogue that was less so, thinking all the while that my input would somehow help the director and the author, until finally, my nice Little Old Lady neighbor asked me what on earth I was doing. “Are you a journalist?” she asked. “Well yes,” I told her, "but not officially tonight. I’m just here to see the show.” Her eyes flickered down to my notepad and she smiled, and I caught her meaning (Check it out, sister!) and put the pad away.

So let’s get back to the music. There I was worrying about the LOLs and how they would react to the volume, but as the show progressed and I surveyed the crowd behind me, I saw that all the Little Old Ladies in the audience were rocking out. Feet tapping, chins nodding, bodies swaying to the rhythm. And smiles everywhere. Some of them looked almost beatific, as if they were being carried to a far-off time, when they were young, and wore bobby socks and poodle skirts, and liked to turn the car radio as far up as it would go and dance on the hood.

This is a real tribute to Pete, of course, and the band. I made notes about the music too—which songs I loved the most, which ones sounded the most “Pete,” which ones fell more into the category of musical theater—but alas, I have misplaced those notes. (Because I did actually pack it all up and move back to New York City after all. And now that I am in NYC and it's like 800 degrees and Pete is hidden away in London, I want to go back to Woodstock, but that is another story.)

The audience seemed to respond most to the “Townsend moments”: “Fragments” with its echoes of both Quadrophenia and “Won’t Get Fooled Again” ; “We Got A Hit,” with its classic Townshend guitar solo; and the kick-ass “Sound Round.” One must keep in mind that most of the audience was wearing old Who concert T-shirts from the 70s and 80s. I’d say the audience once one-eighth little old ladies and 7/8 Who fans, with a Vassar College student or two skulking around at the back.) I too seemed to respond most to those Townsend moments, and found that my body moved of its own accord. Perhaps it’s because hearing those riffs awakens something ancient in me, and reminds me of my teenage years, and brings to the surface those teenage feelings of hope and daring and euphoria and rebellion.

But I also recognized, in Pete’s opera, moments of pure musical theater—which as we know is its own unique genre with its own rules—which made me realize Pete really is branching into new territory with this piece. To hear both elements of rock and “musical theater” in a single song, or (in Act II) in a sequence was delightful. Truly progressive artists will bridge gaps. Kind of like me and my little old lady friend, who’s name, I learned, was (bless her) Gertie. Anyway, the most “Broadway-ish” songs (and the ones that seemed to get the most positive response from the LOLs), were “He Said She Said” (narrated by a couple trying to understand one another); and the lovely, light, and romantic “Tea and Theater.”

Just the line “Will you have some tea/after theater with me” is one of the most romantic things I have heard all year. I love the way Roger sings it on the album and I loved it on the stage. Gertie and I shared a tissue when that song was over. Would that someone would ask that of me!

My favorite song from the show, and from the album ENDLESS WIRE, is “In The Ether,” and I’d have to say it’s because of the lyrics. I’m Buddhist, and we Buddhists are all about that Ether (what we call “Emptiness”) and it just seems like such a nice place to be. We’re all there, actually, ‘tho most of us humans are too ignorant to realize it. Myself included. This is one of those songs that reminds me that there is more to life that what “meets the eye.” We were treated to it three times in TBWHM. Thanks, Pete

I had a writing professor tell me once that, if you want to get a true critique of your play script, don’t turn to Frank Rich of the New York Times; no, you should hide in the ladies’ room during intermission. There, you will find your true critics—the earnest, hapless theater goers who sincerely want to be enlivened, enriched, and entertained.

These are the subscribers—the little old ladies, the retired English professors and librarians—who see virtually every single play every single day. They do not speak through the warped sieve of an ego, or of a failed playwright; no, as I said, they just want to see Good Theater.

This is what they had to say about The Boy Who Heard Music (remember these opinions do not reflect my own:

“It sure is loud.”

“They should turn the music down.”

“It’s a rock concert, Hettie, it’s supposed to be loud.”

“That girl (Bree Sharp) is weak. She does not have a stage voice. Where did they find her?”

“I think she’s supposed to look like a Muslim.”

“Well she can’t sing. Those boys can though.”

“I’ve seen that other young man (Jon Patrick Walker) on Sex and the City. He’s very good.”

“Yes very good.

“Very loud.”

“Good looking, too.”

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Then they got onto the topic of the story line:

“What year is this set in though? Are we in the future or in the past? What’s taking place in real time?” No one seemed clear on this. At the beginning Ray High mentions something about living in the future, but we weren’t sure if he was flashing back to memories of the Band, or if the Band’s story took place in real time, or what. But the band’s story couldn’t be in real time, someone pointed out from inside the stall, because they are presenting it as a reminiscence. “And you simply can’t expect to have true forward motion in a play set up as a reminiscence.” I never got to see the owner of this disembodied voice. But she sounded like my writing professor.

But the general consensus seemed to be that the plot, if any, was hard to follow, but that was all right because it was a “rock concert.” And remember, dear readers, this was only Act I. Act II was much more clear. The audience was much more engaged during Act II, I thought. The songs were just phenomenal, and dear Bree Sharp finally came into her own and delivered some of her notes with real authority. We were treated to: We Got A Hit, Heart Condition, He Said, In the Ether (again!) and Mirror Door.

The band were phenomenal, too. Ted Baker, the pianist/keyboardist and also musical director of the show, seemed to have a complete and full grasp of the inner workings of Pete Townshend. I heard, in his work, traces of Quadrophenia and Psychoderlict and even, unless I imagined it, a whisper of Tommy. And yet I heard him, too. That’s a true artistic collaboration—both musicians meeting at a higher place than either could have taken alone. And the way Baker translated Townshend large concepts to this small, intimate stage were astonishing. Bravo.

The best sign of a show’s success is, of course, how long the audience lingers after the close. TBWHM closed with, as already noted, Tea and Theater. It made us all want to go out and have tea together, out on the one of those wide green Vassar lawns, perhaps, with a picnic basket and a nip of champagne. The moon that night was inviting and gentle—the perfect moon under which to discuss a play. We all wanted to linger and discuss. Sure, we had our questions (about plot, etc), but the most important point is we knew we had been in most capable hands. I, for one, was honored to have been able to witness this work-in-progress. The cast and crew had had only eight rehearsals, and yet you could feel the moment they stepped on the stage that they trusted us. They could, to put it in sixties terms, feel the love. It was really quite a lovely and precious experience.


Back outside, after the show, it was one of those warm summer nights you fantasize about all winter long: soft, balmy, with a smattering of light stars. There was just enough breeze to ruffle up your skirt and make you feel feminine; but not enough to make your skirt goes flying up around your waist and make you wonder why you bother to wear skirts at all. I made my way through the post-theater crowd, too shy to talk to anyone but not afraid to listen. Most of the audience, it seemed, felt that the music was great but the story was hard to follow. The better act, they said, was Act II because “at least it had some real story, and some real humor.” Most of them seemed to have read the novella online, and were using that as a reference point for the things about the play they did understand. I felt so left out, so behind anything that mattered. I felt—good grief—as alienated as I did when I was sixteen.

So I went to the parking lot and let my dog out of the car. Nothing like a dog to bring you back to earth. She immediately ran back toward the theater, seemingly on that same mission to find Pete, leap on him, cover him with slathery kisses, and tell him, in her unique doggie way, how much she loved loved loved him. Dogs can say all the things we can't, without fear of rejection.

I reminded her that he wasn’t here, “But he was in spirit,” I think. I told her it was a terrific show.

But she wasn’t listening. I don’t think she ever does. But that doesn’t stop me from speaking to her, in a baby voice, in public. She was following a possum, or some such thing. The possum disappeared under a dumpster and stayed there. My dog bent over, poked her nose underneath the dumpster and barked and barked, demanding that it come out and surrender itself. Some of the Pete fans laughed. I admire how when my dog sees something she wants and goes after it. Who cares if the whole world is now looking straight up her butt.

I wondered if that’s what it felt like to be on stage.

Eventually I convinced my dog that no possum in his right mind was going to surrender. So she ran up to a middle-aged woman wearing a very cool “Who Came First” t-shirt and gave her some love. The woman told me she’d made the t-shirt herself. "But don't tell Pete that becuase ain't this copyrighted?"

“What did you think of the show?” I asked, hoping to get into a nuanced discussion about story line and forward motion and the disadvantages of flashbacks in a stage play. But all she did was light a cigarette, blow out some smoke, and said, “Hey, it’s Pete being Pete. What’s to say? It’s all good.” And I realized she was absolutely right.

Then we saw Gertie. She hugged me goodbye and I saw that her hands were shaking. “I have arthritis,” she told me. “And Parkinson’s.” I told her, in response, that I’d send her a copy of “Who By Numbers.” This wasn’t meant to be a reaction to her unfortunate ailments; it’s just what came out. She seemed to understand. In fact, she took the slip of paper on which I had written my address as one might a prescription. Albeit with shaking hands. “Well have tea one of these days, dear,” she told me. “After theater.”

PS – For those who need a clear summary of what TBWHM is about, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Boy_Who_Heard_Music. Whoever wrote this entry knows a heck of a lot more than me!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

The Who - Behind Blue Eyes

to be hated.. to be fated.. to telling only lies..

This is one of my favorite Who songs. Always has been.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

One of Pete's Biggest Fans is moving to Taiwan!!!

So, since the blog has been a bit quiet for a week or so I thought I would just come in and say something to one of Pete's biggest fans and one of the first people I befriended on Rachel's site, for anyone who does not know SUESJOY is moving to Taipei in a couple of days. I don't know the entire story but I do know that she has already left California and is on the East Coast right now saying goodbye to a few of her peeps and then she is off to Taipei at the end of this week I believe.

She is a fantastic person and supersweet. I am sending her and her daughter Anjoli and her hubby all my best wishes for a safe flight and a happy new life there. I know she will still be stopping in here and that she will still have the internet in her new country but I still feel that we should all wish her a happy and safe journey and send her lots of blogger love.

It has to be mind-boggling to move half way across the world so, please tell us how it went when you arrive, Sue, after you catch your breath.
I am sure you can encourage The Who to come and play in your neck of the woods.

Anyway, happy trails...
send us all some cool stuff that we can't get here.

Love ya,


Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Monday, July 16, 2007

TBWHM Vassar program and info

Hey everyone:
I realize I am a couple of days late with this review and program from Vassar's TBWHM performances but I still wanted to share some extra info with anyone who was interested or who wanted to make their own comments and reviews of the 3 performances.

I scanned in a copy of the 8 page program that was handed out and I placed it here for viewing in case anyone wanted to see how the Acts were laid out or who the readers and musicians were. I think if you click on the picture you will be able to read it.
Everyone was quite talented.

I was at the Friday evening performance.
I know that Brian in NY gave a review on Pete's blog the next morning so I will not cover what he covered and I agreed with everything he observed although I did not get to meet Brian that night. I did , however see GeorgeL from CT and gave him a shout out. HI GEORGE!
So, let me just say that it was WONDERFUL to hear this STRONG music live again after having withdrawls since the Endless Wire tour ended in the U. S.

Everyone performed in a British accent. Some seemed forced and some seemed natural.
Josh and Leila had wonderful voices although Leila did struggle a bit in the beginning, she came around about 3 songs into it. Gabriel was well suited for the role (he reminded me of Michael Palin a bit in appearance) he was very happy to be there and it showed although I thought his voice was the weakest of all the performers. Nevertheless, I give them all a tremendous amount of RESPECT since it was said that they only had 8 days to prepare (which was surely the reason they were still reading their parts out of notebooks on music stands).
Many of the songs were extended from their album and tour versions and it was a pleasant surprise with some songs even having extra verses I had never heard before.
'She said, He said' was beautifully sung and was one of the top numbers in terms of cohesiveness.
'Mirror Door' was badly botched in a few places as sung by Ray High. He did try hard and the song did rock, but many lyrics were missed (and there was an extra verse)
'In The Ether' was expanded as well and featured a beautiful duet in the middle. I really enjoyed it as well as it's recurrance throughout segments of the performance, such a beautiful & thought provoking theme.
The 2 guitarists were phenomenal. Soloing away in several places. Pete would have been proud!
There is so much more that I am forgetting I am sure...
All I can say is that for me it really drove home & brought depth to the novella. You could really see more of their relationships, interactions and overall characters in a way that you could never glean from simply reading the novella on paper. They really brought each character to life in a special way. Josh had a little bit of rock star in him (as a performer) and he was the one who really let loose and jumped around and even came out to perform barefoot in the second Act. He was my favorite.
The performance was a special and touching foregleam into how truly AMAZING this play/novella/musical can and will be when it is adapted for a full Broadway or West End production with a proper Mirror Door with exploding fireworks and not three simple black steps leading to nowhere atop which Gabriel simply stands facing the curtain.
So, again, it is the power of Pete's music that really gives life to this story. Previously it was hard for me to read TBWHM and imagine how everyone and every song fit together, and now, with the help of this excellent first step, I am able to dive into TBWHM more deeply than ever.
I have deep respect for everyone who was involved and I would love to see their interpretation again after having about a month to get to know their characters and the music.
Anyone wishing to post their reviews or comments, please do.

Thanks again, Pete, for what is sure to be the next powerful Broadway musical backed by fantastic and meaningful Who tunes.

ROCK ON, Everyone...
& thanks to Patti for coming with me...

Sunday, July 15, 2007

My Generation

And speaking of deconstructing drumsets...

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Friday, July 13, 2007

Pete Townshend windmill

You'll have to click the uTube screen twice as this clip only plays at uTube. Enjoy!

is this the best windmill ever???

windmilling some of Won't Get Fooled Again

Pete Townshend clone takes a fall!

Well they say imitation is the highest form of flattery!

From Heidegger to Acid to Octaves

ISTM that Pete's memoirs not only trace a path through his own life, but also through a sweeping change in 60s culture than the 40s and 50s knew it. Many of us grew up in those changing times. Many others did not. Statistics show that the majority of those in the West who did, were the majority. The babyboomers. That Heidegger came up in PT's final thread involving a description of the Turn on, Tune in, Drop out 1 Generation is of little surprise. As someone mentioned, his deconstructionist thoughts exercised a profound influence on the philosophy, theology, arts and humanities of today. What impact does this have on our own thinking? On Pete's memoirs? What might this mean for music? And where pray tell does the Octave fit in? Or does it??

Who would like to comment?

1 Timothy Leary

Brighten up the page

Just thought we needed a great picture to get us started...

Talk amongst yourselves!

Shall I try to smuggle a video camera into TBWHM?

We shall see...


Thursday, July 12, 2007

Collector of voices

From the Place where they came...

the Collector of Voices said...

A roll call of the he said, she said:

Abigail Wright said, adaaotn64 said, Adrian Viera said, Ahvarahn said, Al Cooper said, Alecia said, Alex said, Alexis Prinz von Croy said, ali m said, Alias said, Amanda and SuperAmanda said, ambertin said, Analogmoon said, andersen0072 said, Andrés y César said, Andrew said, Andrew Abbeduto said, Anja Kalland said, Anne-Marie said, Annie said, Antoinette said, anton said, Antonio J said, arenee1999 said, Arona said, aronagale said, Astrid said, atomicelroy said, aynisha said, Baba's Van said, BaYes said, behindblueyes said, Ben R said, Benn Kempster said, Big Dan said, BIGJON said, BlackVelvetLace said, Blender said, Blog Admin said, bobcollum said, bolt upright said, Bonfire Jones said, Bonnie J said, bookworm said, Bradley said, Brian in Atlanta said, Brian in NY said, Brian Wheeler said, brianp said, Brim said, brojo said, Bruce said, bsrbb sg said, Carrie Pratt said, Casey said, CathFria said, CCF said, Cerulean said, Chaimster said, cheritho said, Cheryl Ann said, Chipper said, Chris Capp said, Chris F said, Christine H said, Christoph Geisselhart said, cK said, claire said, ClashWho said, Clive Stubbs said, Conceiving a Child is a Sin said, crimson_rainbow said, Dale said, dan 2.0 said, Dan L. said, Daniel said, Danny Di Carlo said, DarkSeaWeb said, Dave from Pennsylvania said, Dave In Sterling said, David said, Davocaster said, deaf dumb blind kid said, Delbut said, Derek Brink said, d glen said, Dhruv Bhate said, DJD18 said, DK said, Donna Marie said, doofus.jones said, Dream said, drpaul said, E-Banjo said, E... said, E.L. Wisty said, Earnest said, ebandjo said, Eggmaster said, Elaine said, elena said, Elizabeth A. said, Em Rocks - Live with it said, em-rah said, Emma T said, Epicycles said, Eric said, estela said, Ethan said, eva said, eyesite2theblind said, fdnymedic said, Ferry & The Dreamer said, Finbar G'noof'nooff said, fitzbath said, FlashGordon said, fluorescein said, Fool on the Hill said, francesca said, freetoad said, Gage V. Blackwood said, Gardner said, GARfish said, Gary said, GeorgeL said, ginab said, glenn said, gloss said, glowgirl1 said, Goldhawk said, Grace said, greekzoe said, Greg said, grey hound girl said, gypsy noir said, Hannah said, Hans said, haribomort said, Hart's Mind said, Head Chef said, Henrique said, hidalguia said, High Groover said, hippie dav said, hippie dave said, hivoltrocker said, hiwatt said, hn said, hockeyblueeyes said, humblebee said, I am that I am said, iam said, Ignota said, info said, jack said, Jacq said, Jacqueline said, Jake said, Jalanne said, James said, James Casey said, janeb said, Janice said, jasonic said, Jay said, Jeroen Ras said, Jesse F said, JetAgeEric said, jgoalieman said, JillKristen said, Jim Laughlan said, Jim Lott said, joan said, joat said, joe said, John said, John Graham Mellor said, John Sullivan said, Johnny The Sea said, Jon said, Jonathan said, JT said, jungleape said, JWhis said, Kara said, Keith said, kelly said, Kenny said, KennyAberdeen said, Kevin Friel said, KEVIN KENNEDY said, Kevin Seegan said, KevinK said, Kim H said, kimby said, king said, Kirk said, KJOrmsby said, KM said, kokain said, Koos F said, Lance Burns said, Lannio said, Lara said, Larry Jones said, laura-petrie said, laweej said, layne said, Lee said, lilian said, Lin-no-da said, Lisa said, lisalisa said, Lovegame said, lovingmom said, lryicsgrl said, Lucky Buck said, Lucky Seven said, Lucy said, Luis Adolfo said, Lynsey said, maddrugs said, majortom2001 said, Malicious Matt said, MargieCM said, Maria Cecilia said, Marie said, Marietta said, mark said, Mark H said, Mark T said, Marta said, Martin Whelan said, MaryDean said, MaryMoo said, Matt said, mdempire said, MedicineJar said, Meg said, Melissa & Gary said, Metalchick said, michad said, Michael said, Michael Crowley said, Michael Wayne Robbins said, Michelle S. said, Midnighttrain said, Mike said, Mike Faulkner said, Mike S said, Mike V. said, Mikhail said, Mind Octopus said, Minnesotafamily said, Miss Emily said, Monsoon said, Monz said, Moonpie said, mrjb said, mrjim362 said, mrt6812 said, murad caglidil said, Nabonidus said, NeanS said, Neil said, Neil Prentice said, Neil-North East Scotland said, neilbymouth said, neilemeryuk said, Nik said, nmackenzie1982 said, Noces said, Octoberchild said, oktopusinc said, Onestep said, Owen Morgan said, Panjoyah said, paolo said, Pato said, Paul H said, PaulBLpool said, paulfromglasgow said, penny.ca said, Pete said, peteisthebest said, Peter said, Peter Blauner said, Peter H said, philipbounds said, pictures of lily said, Piera said, pieter said, Pip said, pkeets said, Plonk said, premierludwig said, PTfan said, purple said, RachelFullerForum.com said, rael said, RagaTala said, Ranceman said, Reswot said, RhythmUnbroken said, Rick said, ricoshea said, Riff said, ROB said, robmacneal said, Ronny Drew said, Ronzi said, Roy said, RUBEN M said, ruby tuesday said, S.Shaple said, Sam Kongslie said, Sandie said, Sara said, Sara Depp said, Sarah said, Sarah Beth said, Scott said, Sean said, Sergio Blume said, Seth Pomeroy said, Seychelle said, shasta said, sheva said, Sidney said, sinclair said, Sindy said, Soldado Jorge said, SonoftheBeach said, SpacePoet said, speedypete said, spyderlc said, stardust said, stateless said, stef-at-blog said, Stephen said, Steve said, Steve H said, steve727 said, Storm said, stradasphere said, String said, Suesjoy said, sundaygirl said, sunset-canter said, SuperAmanda said, Susan said, tadhg said, tanstripe said, tchatchke said, TedMaloney said, The CT blogger said, themagpie said, theSeaHawk said, TheStLouieWhoie said, THIRD OF NEVER said, Thomas said, Tim Herrlinger said, timewaster said, tini said, Tink said, Tom Watson said, TOMAS GARAY said, Tommy D_____ said, Tommy Walker said, tony said, Tony Andrade said, Tracy said, treynolds said, Trini said, trrish said, Valerie said, VallyP said, vera matson said, VG EXPOSER said, Vinylsoul said, WallBanger said, WhiteFang said, whofandave said, Wilson said, wind-up-man said, Winston Groom said, wjrice said, woking75 said, Wyatt said, xine said, yash said, yawndave said, yuna said, zero6 said, zrosenberg said, Zyphoter said,

and, of course Pete Townshend said.

Thank you, Collector, for the recording of the voices.

THE BOY WHO HEARD MUSIC @ Vassar College in Poughkeepsie

Hi everyone:
Tomorrow night (Friday the 13th) is the first show of Pete's TBWHM at Vassar College. I have already heard from several bloggers who have said they will be at the various shows this weekend. I will be there tomorrow night in section 'Parterre Right' with my friend who is also a PT fan. If you are a blogger and you see me PLEASE come over and say HI!
If anyone wants to post about their TBWHM experience @ Vassar this weekend and review the show please come on and do so! I know I will.

This should be a cool place to meet to discuss PT works and just have some laughs.

Great idea (I thin it was Sully's) and someone mysterious took the ball and ran with it.

ROCK ON, my Who brethren!


-Lin (no Da)

Our First Team Member

Welcome Li-no-da as the first admin team member. She will be able to post blog entries to which others can comment. If you wish to be added as a team member send an email. Limit will be 10 team members, at this time.

Addendum: Atomicelroy has also graciously volunteered to become an admin team member. Looking forward to his postings as well.

Ted Maloney has just joined us. Welcome aboard Ted.

Happy to say that Lucy has also hopped on board. Looks like this blog will have a lively set of team members keeping you posted on all things Pete and Rachel. Blog on team, comment on commenters!

BlackVelvetLace makes number six, and climbing.

Suesjoy is rounding out our team at number 7. One more to go, the last two spots are reserved for Pete and Rachel just in case they are ever inclined to join us in posting. They will always have that option.

Hold on to your hats girls and boys, writer Lee Harrington has joined us as a blogging team member! Given what she's already written at Pete's, I can't wait to see what she comes up with here!!

Welcome also Sidney, our newest team member. Blog on Sidney!

Dave from PA is our next addition.

And ECPISGOD, the blogging team of Aaron Sr & Aaron Jr, round out our listing of 10 team members. I look forward to great blogging with great people.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Welcome to The Ones Who Heard Music

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