It all started with a message from mom's vacuum, showing off after her tune up
|Ain't she purdy?|
Mom has a hate-hate relationship with her vacuum to begin with, and with recent reports that she hadn't been sucking, the tending to was well deserved. We chatted about it online, natch, and all I could think about was the plot from Once, which I deeply and desperately love:
- Act IA thirty-something Dublin busker
(identified only as "Guy") sings a heartfelt ballad of unrequited love in a local bar, accompanying himself on guitar ("Leave"). He then puts his guitar in its case and turns to leave without it; but a young Czech woman (identified only as "Girl"), who has been listening to him sing, approaches. She asks numerous personal questions about his songs; he replies that he wrote most of them for a girlfriend who broke up with him and moved to New York City. He is giving up on his music because the memories of his defunct relationship are too painful; he now works as a vacuum cleaner repairman in his father's shop. Girl responds that she has a vacuum that "does not suck", and asks him to fix it. She offers to pay for the repair by playing piano for him. Over his protests, she snatches the sheet music for a new song from his jacket. Reluctantly, Guy picks up his guitar and they play the song together ("Falling Slowly"). Girl suggests that he could win his old girlfriend back by singing her that song. Guy brushes this off; but Girl reminds him that he now owes her a vacuum repair, so they head to his father's shop ("The North Strand").
Seeing Once was one of the top faves for my theater buddy Clara and me. We've recently been on a regional theater kick with Billy Elliot one week
And Little Shop the next
And I don't even know if I told you about Ave Q this summer. We love the smaller venues and more intimate setting of these little local theaters, and the talent feels more palpable when it's right there in your neighborhood. But I will never forget that night up on stage with the cast from Once: