Finally

My apologies to the 6 or 7 people who actually read my blog - the hard drive in my laptop had to be replaced and then it was a chore getting hooked back up to the internet (Thanks Tripp!) - So haven't imparted my wisdom in a while...

Anyhoo... had a week now in the "space" and things really seem to be coming together. Some shows, two weeks out I'm freaking out thinking I don't have enough time. Others I can't wait for an audience. This one is quite "Goldilocks" - it's just right. Things are going smooth. I'm getting to the point where I can breathe during the Cop Song, lines are fine - couple of stupid word flub ups but in great shape, and things are really starting to clip for everyone I think. And it will only get more so this week.

So I will post more this week. Unless my laptop blows up or something...

By the way... when you come see the show you may wonder why Lockstock doesn't carry a gun. Well as a child he was always enamored with the gun his father owned - a 9 mm Luger Parabellum semi-automatic pistol. Well while his father was away, he stumbled upon it and was playing around when he dropped the pistol. The pistol went off and the bullet put a hole in the family recliner - Lockstock's father's favorite chair. Unable to hide what he had done, he told his father and was grounded for three months. After living through that he swore he'd never own a gun - his father's scalding words to this day ringing in his ears...

"KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF THE LOCKSTOCK GLOCK!"

Over and Out.

O.L.