Regrets, I’ve Had a Few, Too Few To Mention…

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Arthur Miller 1915-2005

W00t! I got the call today, I’m going to be in “The Fabulous Crone Show!” I’m so excited I spit nails! If somebody asked me what was the best year of my life, I would have to say this year. This year is better than last year which was better than the year before which was better than the year before that. The year before that was a pretty damn good year but still, this is the best year so far. <heh>

Speaking of plays, I went to see Arthur Miller’s “The Death of a Salesman” at The Playhouse in the Overture Center for the Arts this evening. This is the third live production I’ve seen of this play over the years. The Madison Repertory Theatre was a splendid performance overall and the best of the three. I enjoyed it immensely.

The performance by Braden Moran who portrayed Biff was superb. I actually shed tears for the angst of that young man trying to connect with his father. Roderick Peeples’ Willy Loman and Patricia Boyette’s Linda Loman were credible and wonderfully engaging as was David Wilson-Brown’s Happy. Edward Marion’s Uncle Ben was appropriately ghostly and wonderfully dapper.

I hope to see more of DJ Howard who I remember from “The Piano Lesson” and Lisa Bozek Maletic whose brief performance showed promise. DJ Howard is just plain out good at what he does and makes you believe you are there with him.

Whenever I have seen or read “The Death of a Salesman” I have always come away with the conviction that one must really develop a sense of self-worth that isn’t tied up in your job or your spouse or your children. You aren’t what you do eight hours a day to earn money and you aren’t the person you married or the fruit of your loins. Things often don’t turn out the way you expected them to.

B