In today's Sun: 'Rock of Ages' rockin' the Hippodrome
This morning, I'm still recovering from a mortifying experience during last night's festive lighting of the Washington Monument.
For the benefit of any non-Baltimore readers of this humble little blog, I should point out that our fair city's monument to the first president pre-dates the one in DC by many a year and is located in one of Baltimore's most picturesque spots.
As for the mortification, let's just say that the best way to make an impression on one's editor when you're invited to his first holiday party -- his fabulous apartment overlooks the Mount Vernon Place and the Monument -- is not to spill half a large cocktail shaker's worth of Gimlets all over the place. (Robert and I brought said shaker, pre-filled, to the party; not one of my brighter ideas.)
Never did see the lights being turned on by the Mayor or the fireworks afterward, as we were too busy trying to clean up the spill -- how it managed to coat a wall, as well as the floor, I'll never know -- while all the other guests were glued to windows or out on the balcony.
Needless to say, the newsroom is already abuzz today with the story of my sensational faux pas. I'm just glad it's not on YouTube.
Anyway, I mention all of this by way of trying to divert you from the fact that I don't have a fresh blog post yet, as I've got to finish a story for Sunday's paper. Meanwhile, I can
I didn't expect an '80s jukebox musical with an emphasis on metal bands to be quite so much fun, since my pop music tastes tended in those days toward tunes with softer edges. (I always did like "Harden my Heart," though, and that gets a cool treatment in the song-packed show).
But the production, which boasts a strong and supple cast, delivers a surprisingly effective kick of nostalgia and old-fashioned (if sometimes ever so slightly raunchy) entertainment.
The engagement at the Hippodrome is only here through Sunday.
MONUMENT LIGHTING PHOTO BY SUN PHOTOGRAPHER AMY DAVIS
'ROCK OF AGES' PHOTO BY WINSLOW TOWNSON