Some Beach

I woke up about 45 minutes ago to shower, shave and go through all my sense memory work to play The Cat in the Hat in SEUSSICAL and discovered...

...I have no voice.

Well, I DO have a voice, but it sits somewhere between Harvey Fierstein, Peter Brady singing WHEN IT'S TIME TO CHANGE and a rake dragged across the chalkboard of Brenda Vaccaro's vocal chords.

By the by, here's Brenda with Faye Dunaway.

What is this? A SUPERGIRL: THE MOVIE reunion?

And if it IS? WHY!?!?!?

Nevertheless, I've steamed, I've had hot tea with honey and I'm popping Ricola's like Judy Garland at a Benzedrine factory, but I still sound like ass.

And not in a good way.

I was vocally tired on Friday, and then yesterday, I was up very early to do a spot on NBC to promote SEUSSICAL...

...Yeah, that was me in the hat...

...and to the camera guy at NBC: the next time I'm there, NOT SO MUCH OF A CLOSE-UP, HUH? I can only imagine how frightening my face was in a striped hat at 9 a.m. on a 64 inch HDTV!...

...then raced back to the Apollo for a performance, followed by the final UGLY BABY last night.

At the top UGLY BABY, my voice was pure gravel. I pushed through it and that's why I sound like Bea Arthur today.

So, whenever I feel a little down, I play this song and it puts me in a good mood automatically. Watch it. At least get to the chorus. Hopefully, it will give you a little Sunday laugh.




I'm off to the show. This performance is not going to be pretty. Oy...