The Point of No Return

Now that The Phantom of the Opera is scheduled to return in 2009 to The Pantages Theater in Los Angeles, we’re seeing plenty of commercials for it. And all that makes me want to do is go out right now and buy tickets.

It’s not like I haven’t seen the show, no. I’ve seen it at least 10 times, mostly at The Music Center, a few times at the aforementioned Pantages and once in Las Vegas at The Venetian which, by the way, was an effing AMAZING production. Hell, I even have one of the “Notes” from the show which was a gift to my brother from Marie Danvers who played Christine in the Broadway production (see images later in post). We all got to hang out with her after a performance in Los Angeles where we learned she worked at an Arby’s and swears she ate more Potato Cakes than anyone else alive. Nice lady and very down-to-earth, as was Michael Crawford when I got his autograph after a show.

Anyway, those commercials just got me thinking of the show so I decided to listen to the soundtrack while at work the other day. And I was really into it with images of the show running through my head, which only made the day go by faster. Once Disc One was finished I punched up Disc Two on my iPod and continued to mouth the words at my desk while working.

Then it happened.

Just as “The Point of No Return” finished and I was getting ready for the big final number….I got nothing. Seriously, I was met by dead silence. WTF happened here?!

For some reason or another, Disc Two on my iPod was missing the song from arguably the most intense moment of the show–and I couldn’t finish it. Man, that stinks.

So the first thing I did when I got home was copy it over to the iPod and the next day at work, listen to the soundtrack in its entirety. And I was finally happy.

Oh, and as promised, here are the scans of the “Notes” from the show.

Well, tomorrow is our big Company Christmas Party End of Year Celebration and golly gee, I seem to have forgotten to buy a Hawai’ian shirt for the event. I hope The Powers that Be didn’t automatically assume that everybody owns such a shirt because, well, I don’t. That’s like assuming everybody hates anchovies on pizza which is absolutely NOT true–I love them on pizza! A little on the salty side but meh, they are tasty.

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