Every morning I wake up with a different show tune running in a continuous loop through my brain. This morning it was "Smile, Girls," which was cut from Gypsy. Yesterday it was "You're Just in Love" from Call Me Madam. When I remarked on this phenomenon to one of my sisters, she said that I must be dreaming about the songs--a sure sign, according to her, that I'm fluent in show tune.
Well, duh.
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My short reviews of Hamlet at Oracle Theatre and Geek Girl Burlesque's A Nude Hope: A Star Wars Burlesque are in this week's Chicago Reader.
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