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Pictures from the Pride March in SF are now up at Club Photo, as are the photos from our weekend in Santa Barbara.

That's it for today!


9 July 2001

We saw the San Francisco Symphony perform Bugs Bunny on Broadway yesterday. It was a hoot. Now, I wrote this whole thing up once and inadvertently deleted it, so Iím trying to be as sparklingly witty as I was before; if this lacks a certain je ne sais qois, itís not that Iím writing it badly, itís just that the first rush of creativity is gone. (hey--itís my excuse and Iím sticking with it)

Going to Davies Symphony Hall was a bit uncomfortable. Since I am certain you are all committing these journal entries to memory, you will no doubt remember my ordeal of purchasing a bra in Santa Barbara last year.

I buy bras about as often as I buy shoes, i.e., not very often (lately I buy computers more often than I buy bras or shoes!), and I had reached the point where I was being held up by a wing, a prayer, some chewing gum, and positive thinking. ĎPerkyí was way beyond possible. But I did end up buying two bras--a splurge for me--and tossed the ratty old bras whose elastic had long since ceased to have any oomph.

Well, about the third washing, one of the bras disintegrated. The strap broke off and fuzzed so badly there was no way it could be repaired--at least not by me. (Perhaps if I knew how to put thread to needle and could figure out how to fix it, I might have saved it, but I didnít). So for the last year, Iíve just been washing my one and only bra a lot.

Yesterday when I was taking laundry upstairs, the bra was in the stack, and it somehow disappeared between upstairs and downstairs. Itís not up and itís not down...nor is it anywhere in between. Itís just....gone. Even the dog says she didnít take it.

So there I was, about to go off to the Big City and the Big Fancy Symphony Hall, and I have no way to lift my boobs off of my belly and my profile resembles Alfred Hitchcock in drag. But there is no time to spend the afternoon bra-shopping (or even tearing the house apart looking for the bra that got away), so I just spent a lot of time with my arms crossed.

But Davies Hall had a different look to it and I suspect that perhaps all eyes were not on me. It looked more like we were coming to a kiddie matinee, which, I suppose we were. The lobby was decorated in balloon-like things--huge colorful tubes filled with air and wrapped around each other like gigantic strands of serpentine. Rainbow-colored chtorrs hanging from the ceiling, and delighted tots running around in heightened anticipation.

As we entered, it was to the unlikely duet between a violin and an accordion, playing My Fair Lady tunes, for reasons which are not clear to me. The barrel-chested violinist was dressed in a tuxedo and rabbit ears.

The gift shop was selling Bugs Bunny t-shirts next to the CDs of Michael Tilson Thomas conducting Mahler symphonies.

Soon from a back room (which is obviously a rabbit hole), Bugs Bunny himself emerged, dressed to the 9s in his own tuxedo, with Daffy Duck in tow. They graciously posed for photos with the little kids--a real Disneyesque moment for this Warner Brothers character.

Eventually the lights flashed and we all filed into the hall for a delightful 2 hours of cartoons projected on a screen, with musical accompaniment by the San Francisco symphony.

The Warner Bros. cartoons lend themselves well to this sort of a program. With wonderful musical direction by Carl Stalling, who sometimes wrote original music and sometimes adapted music of composers like Wagner, Rossini, Von Suppť, J. Strauss, Donizetti, Liszt and Jeriís personal hero, Raymond Scott, the cartoons are just great to watch with live music. Most were cartoons Iíd seen before, but one about musical notes to the Blue Danube on a page was wonderfully inventive. There was also a series of a few cartoons which were obviously a tongue in cheek parody of Disneyís Fantasia.

Some cartoons were shown as is, without musical accompaniment (like the famous "One Froggy Evening"), but most had the sound track removed and the San Francisco symphony substituted live. The whole thing was a delight, and ended with "Whatís Opera, Doc?" in which the fourteen hour long Ring of the Nibelungen is condensed down to six minutes. Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny star in the Wagnerian opera, with the dialog sung instead of spoken. Elmer is the helmeted warrior who is out to "kill the wabbit" (to the strains of the Valkyriesí theme) and Bugs escapes by dressing as the zoftig Brunhilda.

Elmer finally does "kill the wabbit" and then mourns his loss, carrying him off into a blazing sunset as the orchestra swells. Char was actually in tears. Iím sure director Chuck Jones would have been pleased to hear that!

Not all the little kids lasted through the entire two hours, and there were lots of sleeping bodies carried out of Davies Hall when we left. But it had been a wonderful concert--definitely my favorite this season.

--and best of all, I donít think anybody looked at my flopping boobs.

One Year Ago:
A change of plans

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