is the grass any bluer...

is the grass any bluer...
on the other side?

Monday, August 31, 2015

Kathy Hobbs Talks About TEN Years of Theatre - "Putting Laughter Into Manslaughter!"


As I told y'all last week, Fantastical Theatricals is celebrating their TENTH year in dinner-murder-theatre show biz in September!  Founder, director, and actor Kathy Hobbs tells me their first show was all about something near and dear to most Kentuckians -- bourbon! 


Hobbs says, "Our first show was named Bitter Bourbon Blues, which was about young new bourbon CEO, wanting to come up with 'The Next Big Thing' in Bourbon. It was written for the Kentucky Railway Museum in New Haven Kentucky. The cast included, Greg and Kathy Jones, Tamara Bentley Caudill, Rich Foley and Kathy Hobbs."


Covering theatre by shadowing rehearsals the last seven years or so for Ace Weekly and Hamburg Journal has given me a dollop of insight into show productions. To me, the most fascinating part is about the enormous task of getting all the lines learned must be followed by at least six weeks of rehearsal.  These folks are dedicated! 

I asked Hobbs to tell me more about the unusual happenstances in the page-to-stage process. "The funniest thing ever to happen in any rehearsal process had to come during 'The Altos,' which is a parody of The Sopranos. I cannot tell you this day what happened to crack up us, but we laugh a lot in rehearsals anyway. During this particular rehearsal, something got Bill Barto tickled and he couldn't stop laughing. I mean he couldn't stop at all. Finally I had to continue with the rehearsal and he had to speak his lines in a falsetto squeak for about half a scene."  Anyone who has ever talked to Barto knows he is never at a loss for words; no wonder everyone got the giggles! 

Apparently, the actors themselves provide most of the hilarity in rehearsals. "Whether it's from a completely over the top but still entirely appropriate delivery or from getting the timing down on a particular piece of comedy, they make me laugh, long after rehearsal is over," Hobbs adds.



Fantastical Theatricals performs at dinner venues like The Chop House and Natasha's (which is where I saw one of her plays and it was a fabulous stage for her particular brand of theatre.  She also recognizes how important it is to give back to the community you entertain.  Hobbs is a mentor and friend to most everyone who has walked onstage in the Lexington area -- some of my very favorites have been guided by Hobbs' direction and encouragement. "Every time we are a part of a successful fundraiser, that is a proud moment for us. When one of the shows I have written myself proves to be particularly funny, I'm often proud of that. But on a personal level, on two separate occasions, young ladies (who shall remain nameless) who had graduated from SCAPA for different arts confided to me, "This is where I became an actress." And that completely blew me away."
Kathy Hobbs has mentored some of the finest young actors in Lexington!

The only drawback? "When you do as many parodies as I do, it may be a while before you can use a favorite actor again, but there are very few actors who would not be welcomed back to Fantastical Theatricals under the right circumstances and for the right role."


Hear that, Lexington Theatre Community?  Get thee to the Chop House to see Hobbs' crew's next show, "Murder On The Oriental Rug."  To read more about Hobbs and her murderous casts of killers (and to see one of the young ladies she refers to above), clicky-click here at this linky-link:   

 
 http://kimmyville.blogspot.com/search?q=hobbs


Got that?  Any more questions, just go to

fantasticaltheatricals.com

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Show Dates:

September 4, 5, 18 & 19 and October 3, 9 & 14

Admission: $15.00 plus menu ordering

Seating for dinner service begins at 6:30pm
Tickets available online at
www.fantasticaltheatricals.com
For more information call 859-229-2518

Saturday, August 29, 2015

You're So Vain...You Probably Think This Blog Is About You...

There are certain joys that come with being a writer. There is relief one gets from letting steam escape from their brain in the form of words on a page, there is the recognition from friends and family for being published, and then, there is this sheer method of exposure of folks and their ego.

Every now and then, when I write something that is personal about my life and what I want to do in the future, or if I express a feeling about something - - I usually have one or two readers that become upset somehow. They feel as if I am pointing the finger at them, writing about our past\future together, or making fun of the fact that they take themselves too seriously, all of which I am certainly guilty, of corset.

Knowing this, every now and then I play a little trick. When someone has insulted me in a subtle way, thinking I didn't notice, I will write something that will strike a chord in their self centered brain as they read my blog and wonder what the hell I am talking about. To wait for the reactions is fun. I know exactly who I am targeting and precisely who will approach me about what I have said. Then in a roundabout way, they will show their colors -- make a comment; tweet a word or two in review, or they may have a friend find out what the scoop really is.

Well that has occurred several times now, and I'm happy to say it happened this week again. Yes I do plan to visit my friend in Florida, but I do not plan to marry him, or even romance him. If you are reading this, Billy, please know I'm only coming to enjoy the sea and sand dollars ...not your gold dubloons! Lol

If you are any other friend of mine who likes to tell me about my ex husbands, please keep your mouth shut and leave me alone. Oh and yas -- this blog is about you.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Twats and Technology


I don't think it's cute for women to not know things on purpose.  For example, just learn how to smash that bug in your house, change your own oil, tires and door hinges.  When you are single mom, you have to know the ways to maneuver the obstacles in life.  Even if you don't know how to do those major life tasks, please, if you're getting a gadget, learn how to use it!  It's not cute...

I am not a big do it yourselfer, scrap-booker, housecleaner or anything that even sounds domestic, but sheesh...if you buy an iPhone or another smartass phone, LEARN HOW TO USE IT!

Lordy, I borrowed my neighbor's phone to quench my social media update thirst last week, and this morning she came to my door, hotter than a two-peckered puppy, and was telling me how pissed off she was that I "put something like that" on her phone! 

I was amused; I sat on the sofa with her and tried to calm her down but she kept hollering and telling me how boring my Facebook page was, and how in the hell could I possibly think that was funny? lollylaugh --  I relayed to her that I didn't blame her for being upset; however she couldn't get OUT of my Facebook because the chick had never read the instruction booklet or even figured out how to "google" something.  She considers me using the term "google" is condescending.  Oh lollylordy.  She is 77.  She is artistic and fun and smart as a whip; but she does not know how to sign out of Facebook, even though I swear I signed out of it when I used her phone last week -- and apart from all that, she was enraged about me messing up her phone (she used the eff word but I don't feel like typin it right now).  Welp, I FINALLY got her out of my Facebook, and told her I would never ask to borrow her phone again; she huffed out the door, still saying how pissed she was at me. 

Lovely way to start the morning, and it was while DANIEL BOONE WAS ON!  How dare she?  lol

There really is no point to this blog except to release a few emotions before I put on my headphones and hit the electronic keyboard with songs from the 1970s, like You Light Up My Life and such.  Hehehe. I know people who cringe at just that title.  (She is probably reading this right now, so no worries, Flossie; I won't ever make you endure me performing that song '-)

It is time for Advent music to be presented to my choir - this year it is being written by Johnie Dean, who has written two Easter pieces for the Chancel cherubs already. 

I hope to make it to many rehearsals and soak up the joy of his composition, even if I have to work that Sunday. 

After being fitted with a boot yesterday and being told to stay off my heel for six weeks, I am ready to make a pilgrimage once a week two blocks over to my church to learn the music and enjoy worship. 
Paula has a birthday today - hope it's as fun as she is!

Glad to find out the MRI revealed no cat-o-nine-tails and there will be no surgery!  In six weeks, I should be better and ready to return to part-time work.  Happy about that.  Happy the weather is turning more pleasant; so is my attitude.


I am on a lifelong quest to bring back the semi-colon; can't ya tell?

peace,a
love,
joy,
oy,
K

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Transformational Tuesdays

Gosh, Tuesdays can be traumatic, can't they?  For a day after Monday, it ought to be the easiest day of the week to endure, yet sometimes it takes me until Tuesday night to wake up and see what is really going on.

With me, what is really going on is I am trying to make enough income to last through my social security eligibility in about 16 months or so.  I am amused by friends who proudly proclaim how they plan to work until they are "at least 75," and I tell them that I feel I will be blessed if I am still around to gripe about Al Roker and the price of coffee at 75.  My Mother died at 62, my oldest sister and baby brother at 45, and I just don't think I am slated for running any marathons in the next 40 years or so.  I want to gently say goodbye to the work woes and take my soul on to the vistas that await my in my creative and spiritual life. 

So what do I do?  I applied for -- and was offered a job as lead bartender at Red Mile, an old racetrack that is being repurposed like no other entity in Kentucky has ever been transformed.  75,000 square feet of new 'casino-like' space is being added to the track; it will also be a sophisticated music venue by the end of it all.  While I am excited for this new bustling business just off campus and a token's throw from Rupp Arena, I am also sorry I applied for a full time job, standing on my poor sixty-year-old feet.  My boss says I have to work full time; the podiatrist says that is a no-no, and he took an MRI yesterday to find out why the old Rest Ice Compression Elevation is not relieving my heel spur pain. 

Tomorrow, we will decide on what course to take and I will get the results of the half-hour imaging of my foot that took place yesterday. So tonight I am having a PBR and listening to my neighbor cough up a lung in the community room while eating ribs she just had delivered.  Live entertainment!  for at least another few minutes...

I am not nervous about the MRI results, but I am anxious about what will become of me in the next 18 months or so.  I have worked for over 45 years now, so I deserve my itty bitty retirement when it comes.  Apparently, all of my exes are now millionaires and are either married or in love -- but they somehow still SAY they love me.  Most of them do, anyway.  Oy to the veh.  Lest you think I seek out this information, or that I call em up and ask them, please know they have 'found' me lately for some reason, and seems every day someone tells me about Tommy or Tim or Kevin or Bunxgeorge and how they are rolling in the dough now and happily living with 'her.' 

Yeah, if you are my Friend, don't tell me any of that shite, okay?  I do not really want to hear it.  I truly do not. 

On a lighter note --- my good ol' friend Billy lives in Gulf Shores, and says I can visit anytime I like.  He lives 2 miles from the beach and golly, the sun sure is setting a lot sooner these days, eh?  I guess after I find out what the doctor says tomorrow, I will decide how soon I can join Billy on the shores and quite possibly watch the sun set on the ocean for the rest of my old lady days.  I will have to work and save and work and save, but I am setting my goals and taking action to make my life better.  It's the American way, ya know.  lol

Another note of gratitude -- it's been great seeing sister Kelli again lately, and writing for Ace and here in Kimmyville, where the weather is always a little cloudy but my smile is ever sunny. I always cry when I write, and crying seems to cleanse the soul, as it is said.

love to all of you and thanks for reading all this.
pray for peace,
kimmy


Fantastical Theatricals Celebrates TEN YEARS of Putting Laughter in Manslaughter with Agatha Christie Spoof



Fantastical Theatricals Presents Murder on the Oriental Rug!

It is hard to believe that Kathy Hobbs and her murderous Fantastical Theatricals will celebrate the company's 10th year in September!

Celebration of the troupe's decade in show biz will begin September 4 and riddled with an Agatha Christie salute in the form of  "Murder on the Oriental Rug," at The Chop House, located at 2640 Richmond Road in Lexington for selected dates between September4 through October 14, and featuring Mary Brouse, Sasha Halvorsen, Scott Turner, Marc Roland and Kathy Hobbs.

Drama Mama and founder Hobbs is excited to begin a new era. Over the years they have thrilled fans of Doctor Who, The Sopranos, Golden Girls, and the list goes on and on -- each show is carefully prepared by Hobbs, who knows how to charm and slay an audience herself.  "Fantastical Theatricals is proud to perform Murder on the Oriental Rug to celebrate the beginning of our tenth season of producing quality interactive theatre for the Central Kentucky area."

Show Dates:

September 4, 5, 18 & 19 and October 3, 9 & 14

Admission: $15.00 plus menu ordering

Seating for dinner service begins at 6:30pm
Tickets available online at
www.fantasticaltheatricals.com
For more information call 859-229-2518


Hobbs tells me the usual suspects are a motley crew of would-be murderers.  "When half the cast of Murder on the Oriental Rug bails out, the remaining performers are stuck playing all the roles. During the first act, you’ll meet a Shakespearean actor with a drinking problem, a washed-up former child star, a bimbo with a short memory, and a hapless costumer who finds herself onstage -- playing a man."

Kathy adds that during the “play within a play,” you’ll visit the exclusive clinic of Dr. Charles Ovary, renowned hot flash specialist who’s secretly treating a famous actress trying desperately to regain her youth. "You’ll get to know the doctor’s devoted but clueless wife, his passionate female protégé, the actress’s hunky husband, a flighty French maid, a shifty handyman, and an inspector investigating the dead body on the Oriental rug."


Before the evening’s over, someone else will be ruthlessly murdered, and it’s up to the audience to solve the crime. Prizes will be awarded to the best answers for murderer and motive.


Rightfully so, Hobbs is enthusiastic about the talent she brings to local stages.  "Fantastical Theatricals is a traveling interactive theater, based in Lexington Kentucky.  We are now celebrating our TENTH Anniversary!  We specialize in murder mystery theatre, but we’re certainly not limited to just that.  Extemporary performances, where there is a general plotline to follow, but the actors improvise their lines in the moment, and musical cabarets are also part of our repertoire!"


For more information:

Fantastical Theatricals
Kathy Hobbs
859.229.2518a
kathobbs1969@hotmail.com


If you have the chance to catch one of these shows, get yourself to the Chop house ... or else!   Fantastical Theatricals is an experience like no other - go see these 'kids' do what they do best:  act like killers.  They are quite good at it.  It's scary; but it's not. 

Love,
peace,
hope,
joy,
oy,
Kimmy







Monday, July 20, 2015

Sundays With Kelli

It's a great feeling to talk to my sister Kelli. From time to time we get upset with  each other, but for most all her 50 years, I've been her protector and advocate. She has been my muse and singing partner; and today she is my Life coach and self proclaimed blog adviser. 

I'm proud of that. I may not be a Doctor or Lawyer or Something Fancy, but I have garnered some treasured friendships and relationships in my 60 years here on this great Earth. I've cared enough to keep the important ones nourished and growing. Despite my efforts, I've unfortunately had to separate the weeds from the chaps, as it were. Ain't easy, but with sisters like Kelli, you have to try. And try again. It's worth it. 

When we celebrated her birthday last night, we had an impromptu gospel sing -- even Nick and Kenny joined in --and drank some fabulous beer called Oculto. [ It tastes like a late harvest reisling beer.  Lol.  Blue agave infused er sumpin.  I don't know but honeylambs, if you wanti a new beer that isn't sour or red, ya must try it.] I made marmalade glazed ham and sweet potato casserole -- mmm mmm!


We had brownies for cake and though there were no candles, we still sang Happy Birthdsy to her in three part harmony. 

Kelli is like all of us, she has a good heart and is a child of God. She brings her old sister Kimmy flowers with each visit. She helps the elderly and disabled. She's just a good gal and deserves the same birthday celebration as anyone else: Family shows up. Food is served up with lots of love and silly laughter. We made a fantastic memory for my baby sister's birthday last night, and for that, I shall be eternally grateful. 

Today is also brother Marshall's birthday. That's the next page in the long ass hot as hellbaleena July calendar. We will also pause to remember the good times we had with my wild brother as we watched him crack football helmets in peewee league, get holes in one and accomplish other great athletic feats. He was a golden boy for sure, had everything a young man could want. His three kids are his quite stunning legacy; all fine and gorgeous adults blessed with goodness. He died so painfully a few years ago, but he is healthy now, in Heaven, and hopefully he is staying out of trouble. 

Thanks for listening. 
Peace
K

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Bats n Belfries

I love Bat Signals from Missy Johnston. Below is her latest enticing Batifesto:

 

Hey! Batfans!

 

Have you noticed how, in texts and on Facebook, everybody uses so many exclamation points?!  We have to admit, we do it, too!  LOL!  And we’re gonna do it a lot in this email, because we have exciting (!) news about our gig atNatasha’s on August 1!   Guess who’s coming to dinner!  Bat emerita Susan Thomas, that’s who!!  And not just to dinner…she’s gonna be joining us onstage for some old and new favorites, wow!!   She’ll yodel!  She’ll sing!  She’ll rant!  It’s gonna be one heck of a good time!

 

Plus, Kim’s new songwill be ready for us to do, IF we get to rehearse it enough!  It involves quarterbacks (think Tom Brady), stock brokers, buckets, and George Clooney...what’s not to like?!?  You gotta be there for the debut!

 

So, get off your cutie patootie and call Natasha’s at 859-259-2754 for your reservations to the party!  Showtime is8:00, and the cover is a measly $10.


OMG, you can’t do a movie with fake butter-soaked popcorn for that kind of money!  We mean, really!!!  The Bats give you a ton of bang for your buck, for reals!

 

Come see us August 1, or you’ll have to wait until October 10to catch yourself some Bats!  That’s, like, a super long time to wait, yo.

 

Flying under and over our own radar,

THE BATS!!!!

On Facebook:  The Bats KY

 

Friday, July 17, 2015

Now, For My Next Trick...


Does anybody remember Rocky and Bullwinkle? I always loved the commercial bit when Bullwinkle would try to pull a rabbit out of a hat. When it didn't work he would say, "no doubt about it, I got to get a new hat!"

Maybe he's on to something with this whole "new hat" business. My physical health is improving, I've lost enough weight to need a whole new wardrobe, but my grey matter needs a new hat. I know it's not normal to have trouble sleeping, to be frightened of groups of loving people, it's not right for me to shut myself away from everyone, but it's my only effective mechanism for dealing with the terror I carry "under my cap."

I stay home to keep myself calm. I prefer to be alone so I don't embarrass myself in front of friends. I'm isolated because, quite simply, I'm a bit of a "Debbie Downer," the SNL character created by Rachel Dratch. Yes I want move on, but first let me tell you about how my ex broke my ribs...

Panic attacks are awful, but I refuse to be defined by them. I shall search for a way to fasten a bonnet of faith upon my furrowed brow, and carry on. No, I'm not "soup" yet, but I'm a-simmerin. 

Happy Sunshine
And
Peace, y'all!
Kimmy


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

July Is An Old Friend

Oh July, you are not fooling me;
You used to be the month when we rolled out the pretzels and beer, when men were landing on the moon, and The Flintstones were having their baby daughter, Pebbles. In the July of my youth, television was full of summertime replacements for the Andy Williams show, and showcased talents of people like Roger Miller, Ray Stevens and Glenn Campbell. What a treat it was to watch those summertime replacement shows. Can you imagine if television had variety shows like that today? I would watch, that's  for sure. 

So, back to my babbling ... yeah, every July I have to pretend that I'm happy. I love the Fourth of July, it brings back fond memories of my childhood, but the rest of July's story is full of ghosts of calendars past, seared with pain, as I recall the death of my mother, my brother, and the birthday of my other brother who has passed. 

July is full of emotional hills and valleys. I cannot forget that July morning my father called me to mother's bedside. She had collapsed, could not speak, could not walk, and yet no one had taken her to the hospital, they were waiting for me to awaken. I recall thinking, "Why? Why me? I'm the middle kid who knows nothing, remember?" My father was a courageous genius who saved many lives in WWII. Why had he not yet called 911 that morning? So, heck, glad I was there to tell everyone what to do...but Gawds, death is awful. It brings out the best and worst in everyone. 

The moments that followed at 7 AM that day in July, are a blur of memories. I remember Dad and Tom taking her to the hospital; the hospital folks intubated her immediately and she never spoke another word. Three days later, Dad asked me to sing Country Roads to her as she drifted off into the coma caused by sepsis. 


Death sucks. July doesn't. I know that yet cannot wait for it to get here; and I cannot wait for it to be over. Halfway home now; just a few weeks and it's over.  Soon August will take over the calendar references and this seventh month of emotional fireworks will fizzle out ... until next year. 

C'mon, Christmas!! Choir retreat in August starts the rehearsal season for Advent. Yee to the haw!


Friday, July 10, 2015

Sleep Is Precious

I miss the restorative powers of sleep. 


I long for a dream, be it sad or glad. 


Dreams involve a release of my conscious self. 

My awake face doesn't dream. It smiles and nods approval despite the frown that furrows beneath my brow. 

In my dreams, I don't worry. It's all about sheer happiness or complete terror, for which there is no time for worry. 

I hope tomorrow is good. For all of us. 
Peace
KT

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

EXILE In Concert 9/27 • Wilmore

EXILE  
in the MOUNTAIN!
 
A Concert by EXILE inside the  
Highbridge Cave in Wilmore, KY
Sun Sept 27 5PM  Gates open at 4PM

Advance tickets ON SALE NOW and being sold by the Lyric Theatre on behalf of the cave concert event ... For tickets call 859-280-2218 after 1PM or LexingtonLyric.com