Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
We know this Batmail is going out much closer to our gig than usual, but suffice it to say that our schedule has been crammed with craziness, packed with a preponderance of problems, and overflowing with other odious oddities.
BUT, we do want you to know that we’ll all be chipper as chipmunks by this Friday, June 26, at 8:00, for our show at Natasha’s! (Bats and chipmunks are sorta related, right? Maybe?)
Good seats still remain (we just checked), so pick up that Galaxy iphone MotoX HTC1M9 LGG4 XperiaZ3 and speed dial yourcellmates. Then call859-259-2754 to reserve your table for an evening of fun, frolic, and festivities with us! It’s our first show of the summer, and who knows what will happen? Will Kim wear her new bikini? Will Marilyn reprise her songs from Grand Night for Singing? Will Marianne and Harold make out backstage? Will Jim and Craig reveal their heretofore secret handshake? Find out all this and more when you join us this Friday, June 26 (yes, it bears repeating) at 8:00.
Bats are the new black,
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Friday, June 5, 2015
Like everyone else who loves horse racing, I want American Pharoah to win tomorrow. After all, I live in the Bluegrass! Thoroughbred racing needs a Triple Crown winner...even with all the dirty play that is associated with racing, horse racing has been around for several millennia. It won't end any time soon. Hur that, Ben?
For Derby, Preakness and Belmont runnings of olde, my family gathered around my television, grandkids all with black olives on the ends of their fingers as that is a form of celebration in the Thomas household for some reason LOL, put a quarter in the hat, and we all raised a mint julep no matter what the race, and enjoyed the spectacle of horse racing at its best.
It has been at least 15 years since I have been with my son and his family during Derby 'season.' I would absolutely forgo any across-the-board bet on American pharaoh or a great pay off on 5-1 exacta, just to see my son and his family again on Belmont day. I would play my old Kentucky home, throw a quarter in the hat, draw horses, we would bet, sing and be merry.
Start spreadin the news...I miss my family. After all, Derbys are holidays, too.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Since my last living brother came to Lexington in August, I have tried to find ways to help him go from being homeless to bring to having a place to call home and having a domicile of his own. That is my prayer anyway. He's had jobs but nothing permanent. He has PTSD and simply cannot focus and that keeps him not working. So I worry about him.
The past few months have been filled with many blessings and hurdles in that regard but to make. a long story even longer ... I've raised one son and four husbands. I'm tired. I am, grateful, however that we can listen to worship every Sunday morning, and every Sunday morning there is a message that speaks to both me and my brother. Today it was about discipline and love -- that to discipline a child and to love them at the same time must be balanced; you can't have one without the other.
"Strike when the iron is cold," means to take a while before you punish her children especially if your iron is hot. Cooldown let them think about it before you cut punishment. That is so smart, so wise, so Christian.
We laughed, and it was a remembrance time tempered with the humor of the ridiculousness of the situation because one thing Addison and I agree upon is that we were over disciplined as children. Switches. Tomato stakes. Hot wheels tracks.
I am so grateful for radio ministry. Thank you for reading all this, praise the Lord and pass the coffee pot, because it's going to be a long day. Enjoy the sunset!
Friday, May 29, 2015
|When Dana Edison (right) & I finally got to meet Brian Hampton!|
It pleases me to know there are small groups producing small productions adn charging small prices -- with plenty of small priced parking nearby!
Knowing there will be plays above Shakespeare & Company on the corner of Broadway and Short is exciting.
|BCTC productions are always excellent; and easy on the wallet!|
When I walked in the door of Heritage Baptist Church, I saw my article posted on a board above the 'ticket window!' Plus I received Mother's Day cards from my sweet Waltermire girls...that was the best Mom's day I could've ever had.
|Jenny Christian, Lonesome Girl Productions|
David Senatore, and Hobbs herself! They cater -- literally at Columbia's and other fine steakhouses -- to people who like to eat and be entertained, with plots concerning Kentucky versus Louisville fans or Star Wars v Star Trek fans...they've become quite good at holding their finger on the pulse of the carotid arteries of many a theatregoer, even fans of Doctor Who!!
Jenny Christian is back in town and directing like the genius she is. It will be interesting to see what her Lonesome Girl Productions presents this year :)
|Jenny Fitzpatrick's Blackbirdies open 6/4 at Woodford in CATS!!! Check out the article in ace weekly, on stands this Wednesday '-)|
So many opportunities are arising for the boutique artists involved in these projects. I say kudos to them for having the wherewithall to get the play from page to stage - schedules, rehearsal places, weather permitting, all sorts of dedication going on all around Lexington, we should be proud of those who bring us such productions as the Off Main Actors Group who performed at Heritage Baptist to resounding applause on Mother's Day, and to those who perform at every level of stage presentations.
Thanks to all who give me heads up to these fabulous folks' efforts so I can write about them! Watch for my next ace weekly article about SEVENTY students working with a local choreographer performing a classic -- on stage!
Monday, May 25, 2015
The last week has been full of adventure and heartache and insomnia and lovely music and theatre.
I reconnected with an old beau, that went well. I went to see a fabulous show, Harold & Maude at Farish Theatre in the downtown Library. The play was marvelous, but at the play, I came face to face with someone who once tried to kill me, who has called me an old, fat lady whose panties she had to pick up when she was screwing Kevin, the man who invited me to live with him after he burned my kitchen up on a crack binge about 10 years ago.
So, I loved the play; hated that skank. I made my opinion of her known to her -- it was the FIRST encounter I have had with her since she tried to run me over with her station wagon.
Here's the weirdest part of all. Somehow the theatre has made that skank their ARTISTIC DIRECTOR! Oy to the vey. I left as soon as the cast took their bow. Three days later, I was asked if I indeed called Rachel a bitch and flipped her the rod. I was asked by someone quite dear to me, so I forgive him for that...but...
Hear me now and hear me well: I WILL NOT BACK DOWN. I WILL NOT BE MOVED. I WILL SPEAK MY MIND, NO MATTER TO WHOM OR WHERE. I HAVE A RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH. I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE MY CHILD'S AND MY BABY PIX BACK FROM K&R. I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE MY MOM'S SIDEBOARD BACK THAT HE BURNED IN HIS FIREPLACE .... OR MY FATHER'S PHOTO OF SECRETARIAT WINNING THE BELMONT BACK -- I DO NOT WANT KEVIN BACK, HE BROKE TOO MANY OF MY RIBS, BUT I WOULD APPRECIATE GETTING MY CHILD'S BABY PHOTO BOOK OF HIS FIRST 18 YEARS OF LIFE. YOU OUGHT NOT JUST MOVE IN TO A WOMAN'S HOUSE AND STEAL ALL HER SHIT.
Second issue of the week arose at God's Pantry on Friday afternoon, when some lady started cussing and griping about GETTING FREE FOOD! We did have to wait for hours as the City has decided not to help fund God's Pantry and there is a petition for people to sign. However, that meant nothing, this entitled gal was loud and obnoxious and I told her to pipe down, in so many words. All the other God's Pantry 'receivers' waiting in the room with us cheered the fact that I had the gonads to make her shut up. She threatened me, got up in my grill; it was not a shining moment for either of us, but I stood firm in my belief that we ought to be grateful for free food, and not gripe about it.
I am glad I did. And I'm glad I got the opportunity to see a wonderful play, with wonderful actors directed by a wonderful director.
OH OH OH! and then I went to see Vanya Sonia Masha & Spike at Studio Players just a few nights ago, wherein my pal Allie Darden played an unusual role for her and KILLED it, as did the rest of the cast and crew. Fred Zegelian was fabulous as Vanya and Jenny Christian did a splendid job directing.
My next article for Ace Weekly is about a production that will involve 70 young people on-stage for the performance of their lives. Accordingly, my entire weekend was spent writing, which is apparently the safest place for me to be.
Finally, I had the opportunity to have Fireball with Nick, prayer with my brother Ad, and hugs from Tom, who is the best.
Remember those who served our country and kept us free. It is memorial day, God Bless America!
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Thursday, April 9, 2015
|Happy Birthday to my doppleganger girlcrush Allie|
I am left with two sisters who for some reason have excommunicated me from their family love. I am no longer invited to any family event that they are concerned with, and if I attend a play my sister accompanies, she acts if she does not know me. If I try to help my sister who is not in good health, it is a struggle between my love for her and her love for opiates. Today is the perfect example of how we -- and when I say 'we' I mean ''me'LOL – – need to let go of the past, hold onto the things that are precious, and love one another.
My brother who has come to live in Lexington in the last six months has been away for over 20 years. He was happy in Hickory, North Carolina, but he was convinced to come here and try to reunite with his teenage son. When when that did not happen as it was supposed to, Addison was thrown out on the street, and told to go to the Hope Center, where he lived for a few weeks until we found him a living situation. He's now working, happy again and on his way to a better life.
As it turns out, I am now his advocate. As it turns out, now I am the one given the opportunity to help him and give him a hand up. As Fate would have it, somehow the good Lord has brought both Addison and I through this terrible storm in our family in the last year since my brother Tom died. I am so grateful.
|Thanks be to God for giving me a backbone; it bugs a lotta people;|
it has fortified my belief in kindness, justice and truth.
Peace y'all and thanks for reading all this...and Happy Birthday to Allie!