I woke up this morning (Sunday) thinking about music and the play I attended at The Elgin Theatre on Friday night. SOUSATZKA. In preview mode at the moment before heading to Broadway, I have every expectation it will be successful if the audience that night was any indicator. The play, based on the Bernice Ruben novel, Madame Sousatzka, evokes and elicits many feelings and mixed emotions. Love, pain, anger, hope, despair, disgust, fear, hate, family….and it is all tied together by music.
Hello everyone. Let’s give a warm welcome to Debbie and Cyndi. Two unique women who dance to their own drummers and whose talents encompass a variety of musical fields in two decidedly different decades. These ladies can pop and rock, disco down or jazz it up, sing the blues, or pour their soul into a ballad. Their many talents run the full gamut and they have led the way for a new kind of woman in music, adding their own twist and turns to rock and roll. Quirky, outrageous, individualistic, sexy, ballsy, entertaining, exuberant, clever, brilliant, artistic and really, really smart.
As my post-pubescent lifestyle transitions into a post-nasal drip lifestyle I find myself sliding into third base on the eve of my 50th birthday (well, maybe not sliding…probably just trotting breathlessly). And as such I’ve realized that more than half the great rock and roll I’ve ever listened to is now suffering a tragic loss of its membership at a rate of about three superstars a week. That’s a boat load of rock stars paying the Ferryman to ride down the river Styx. Before you know it 
the only viable old-timers left will be Chuck Berry, Chubby Checker and Little Richard. No offense to these three gents but that would signify a very sad state of affairs for music.
I can’t help thinking about New York right now. They were part of a long, sweeping plan by an angry Mother Nature to be stamped out by hurricane Sandy. They weren’t the only ones. The eastern US seaboard was targeted and subsequently attacked with a weather system unseen since, well, hurricane Katrina destroyed the Gulf coast not that long ago. That storm destroyed my favourite city in the world – New Orleans. Now Sandy has destroyed my second favourite city – New York. That’s not to take away from the devastation in New Jersey or those who lost their lives on the replica of the HMS Bounty that sank off the coast of the Carolinas. Those stories remain sobering as do the deaths of those people, mostly on Staten Island, killed in the wake of the ocean’s fury.
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Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 