My job as a freelance reviewer for NYC's The L Magazine sometimes gives me opportunities to get great seats to my first pick of New York's best live theater.
And sometimes I have to go see whatever's open, like "Walmartopia! The Musical."
Two weeks ago, I had my choice of "Xanadu" on Broadway or nothing. So I saw "Xanadu." The great thing about going to see shows in this fashion is that at least I have free reign to let loose my frustrations in print.
Well, let loose as much as 300 words will allow. That's how much space I get from The L.
And, of course, calling a PR company and saying "Hi, I'm with The L Magazine," doesn't quite give me the heady feeling I might get if I were saying, "Hi, I'm with the New York Times." This is especially true when I'm emailing the PR companies, since I don't yet have a "The L" email address . It's still gmail, which is so completely bush league. My agent's email address is still at AOL, and that bugs the hell out of me.
But still they believe me every time - which makes me wonder why I didn't start calling PR companies long ago asking for free tickets for "reviews."
If I was really bothered that "Xanadu" and "Walmartopia" weren't snobby enough to suit my critical tastes, I will be in seventh heaven next week. That's when I get to see the RSC's production of "King Lear" at Brooklyn Academy of Music starring Sir Ian McKellen. Awesome. I hope it's as long as it is classical - that'll give me something to brag about. Ha! Take that kitschy new fangled musicals - I'm going to see Shakespeare!
Hmm. I should re-read this blog entry and see if I can start to figure out why I don't have many friends. The answer may very well lie within.
Good thing I don't have many friends, though. Otherwise they'd all be fighting over me and with each other to come with me for a free ticket to "King Lear."
And that's doubly lucky 'cause BAM only gave me one ticket.
Huh. I suppose if I said i was with the New York Times, I'd get, like, eight tickets.
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