Macbeth

(this was the picture on the life-size poster that was up advertising Macbeth all over the city)

anyway, since i mentioned it, i thought it best to document it for the future

okay, imagine everything i'm writing is in full caps, with a dozen exclamation points after each sentence... or maybe word.  yes, think exclamation mark following each word because that just might be almost equivalent to the sheer brilliance and audacity of the SOLO performance by the wonderful alan cummings (collective sigh here) of the entire masterful play

of Macbeth.  The Scottish Play (don't mention it's name, it is cursed).  we haven't been to see Shakespeare in a very long time, and it could be true that this is the first time Steven and I have been to see Shakespeare together at all... but oh.  my.  god.  it was SO worth the wait.

have i mentioned the star was Alan Cummings?  

and that it was staged in a psychiatric ward... and he played ALL the characters?

massive, massive props to the stage designers, the lighting co-ordinators and musicians/composers... all of whom went above and beyond to make this the MOST memorable performance of Macbeth for everyone who came to see it.

and every single performance was sold out.

i think for Mr Cummings, it would have felt really, really good ... as a Scottish man ... to have a standing ovation for over 5 minutes.

because you know what they say about Scottish (and even more so, Glaswegian audiences)... they are the toughest, and if they hate you, they'll let you know, but if they LOVE you, you're guaranteed success the world over.

thank you so, so much for the performance, Mr. Cummings.

it was one of those experiences in life where you leave feeling that your soul has been cleansed and you are capable of doing anything if you just put your mind to it!

the beauty is going to stay with us for the rest of our lives.