Khaleesi will have extensive, y'know, hour, two-hour sessions of notes with me - and it's so helpful.
He gets mad when I don't call him Khaleesi.
My weekly berating from David Beach.
Emily Skinner and David Beach in the 2012 Goodspeed Musicals production The Great American Mousical.
Emily Skinner and David Beach in the 2012 Goodspeed Musicals production The Great American Mousical.
David Beach and Emily Skinner in the 2012 Goodspeed Musicals production The Great American Mousical.
Nicole Scherzinger and cast
The long day fades out of focus again, as I kiss my sweeties goodnight and watch a little SNL. And start dreaming about the Sunday matinee.
A quick trip to wish Courtney Iventosch a happy birthday at her surprise party at The Glass House Tavern.
More (camera-shy) friends saw the evening show, so we had post-show drinks at Un Deux Trois, with the city’s most gracious host, José!
Lots more stairs.
A little Cafe Bustelo before the show and some Japanese Whiskey to look forward to after.
Show #2!
Then said goodbye until later.
Inspected omelettes.
She gave me a few makeup tips.
Sadie had never seen my dressing room so she made the trek upstairs. She makes a Puritan hat look fashionable.
Fresh from too much birthday cake- Sadie and Russell joined us.
Friends surprised me by coming to the matinee and we went off to Joe Allen’s for dinner.
First show done! The boots are off and it’s time for foam rolling.
I have 34 minutes after my first entrance to micromanage my family- the silent disco at Lincoln Center Education looked like a big hit.
Right before the opening drum roll, everyone gathers at the Ye Olde Rotten Towne Square to wish each other a rotten show.
8 times/week Joe Hickey attempts to keep me sane.
No matter how you spell his name, the biggest problem with replacing the irreplaceable Brooks Ashmanskas is that you don’t get to work with him…
Even my props are puritanical.
Brother Jeremiah!
I also keep a FaceTime screen capture of my Mom to figure out if Josh is trying to play some type of PSYCHO trick on me.
Sometimes I think I look younger in Sadie’s portrait of me that hangs on my dressing room wall.
Still takes getting used to seeing my puritanical transformation.
After knowing the brilliant Josh Marquette for a decade, it’s feels great to wear a Marquette Original.
Substitute Hair Guru Kim Shriver puts me in my wig cap.
In truth, more than met my demand.
Producer Kevin McCollum and I go way back, so I wasn’t surprised he agreed to my contractual demand of a dressing room stairmaster.
Make it to the theater in time and am always greeted warmly by Scott Rippe.
Not trying to be anti-social, but wanted to get some reading done for this month’s Something Rotten Book Club. I asked Angie to take the photo, because I never seem to make the instagram cut @hotdudesreading.
Thought I was running late, but then I ran into the glamorous Angie Schworer on the subway platform.
They’re off!
Daddy Russell is up and double-checking the itinerary for the day: taking Sadie and two friends to his workplace (Lincoln Center) for a silent disco, to Chelsea Piers for a birthday party, and then meeting up with me between shows.
Not exactly an omelette, but power breakfast nonetheless. Useless trivia: my favorite mug is a Secret Santa gift from Rachel Coloff during the run of Urinetown, 15 years ago…
I try to get back to sleep, but remember I have to play a round of Words With Friends with Carolee Carmello. Sad truth: I later lost this game during the matinee.
iPad to the rescue. If weekday mornings are “no-screentime” mornings, we try to make up for lost (screen) time on the weekends.
Still can’t focus, but it seems doubtful Sadie can be convinced to go back to sleep.
It’s a Saturday 2-show day and nothing says sleeping in like a 7:30 wake-up call from a 7-year-old. I was too tired to focus.
David Beach and Martha Banta
David Beach, Patrick Boll and John Hemphill
Jennifer Perry, Lisa Brescia, David Beach and John Hemphill
Rob McClure, Nick Jonas, Christian Borle, Heidi Blickenstaff, John Ciriani, Catherine Brunell, Brad Oscar, Edwars Hibbert, Gerry Vichi and David Beach
Rob McClure, Nick Jonas, Christian Borle, Heidi Blickenstaff, John Ciriani, Catherine Brunell, Brad Oscar, Edwars Hibbert, Gerry Vichi and David Beach
Nicole Scherzinger and David Beach
Khaleesi will have extensive, y'know, hour, two-hour sessions of notes with me - and it's so helpful.
He gets mad when I don't call him Khaleesi.
My weekly berating from David Beach.
Khaleesi will have extensive, y'know, hour, two-hour sessions of notes with me - and it's so helpful.
He gets mad when I don't call him Khaleesi.
My weekly berating from David Beach.
Khaleesi will have extensive, y'know, hour, two-hour sessions of notes with me - and it's so helpful.
He gets mad when I don't call him Khaleesi.
My weekly berating from David Beach.
Jennifer Perry, Lisa Brescia, David Beach and John Hemphill
Jennifer Perry, Lisa Brescia, David Beach and John Hemphill
Rob McClure, Nick Jonas, Christian Borle, Heidi Blickenstaff, John Ciriani, Catherine Brunell, Brad Oscar, Edwars Hibbert, Gerry Vichi and David Beach
Rob McClure, Nick Jonas, Christian Borle, Heidi Blickenstaff, John Ciriani, Catherine Brunell, Brad Oscar, Edwars Hibbert, Gerry Vichi and David Beach
The long day fades out of focus again, as I kiss my sweeties goodnight and watch a little SNL. And start dreaming about the Sunday matinee.
A quick trip to wish Courtney Iventosch a happy birthday at her surprise party at The Glass House Tavern.
More (camera-shy) friends saw the evening show, so we had post-show drinks at Un Deux Trois, with the city’s most gracious host, José!
Lots more stairs.
A little Cafe Bustelo before the show and some Japanese Whiskey to look forward to after.
Show #2!
Then said goodbye until later.
Inspected omelettes.
She gave me a few makeup tips.
Sadie had never seen my dressing room so she made the trek upstairs. She makes a Puritan hat look fashionable.
Fresh from too much birthday cake- Sadie and Russell joined us.
Friends surprised me by coming to the matinee and we went off to Joe Allen’s for dinner.
First show done! The boots are off and it’s time for foam rolling.
I look a little crazy and it’s only the first show. I’m probably just a little tired after trying to convince the brilliant and bearded Heidi Blickenstaff to let me direct her in a one woman show about Eydie Gormé.
I have 34 minutes after my first entrance to micromanage my family- the silent disco at Lincoln Center Education looked like a big hit.
Right before the opening drum roll, everyone gathers at the Ye Olde Rotten Towne Square to wish each other a rotten show.
8 times/week Joe Hickey attempts to keep me sane.
No matter how you spell his name, the biggest problem with replacing the irreplaceable Brooks Ashmanskas is that you don’t get to work with him…
Even my props are puritanical.
Brother Jeremiah!
I also keep a FaceTime screen capture of my Mom to figure out if Josh is trying to play some type of PSYCHO trick on me.
Sometimes I think I look younger in Sadie’s portrait of me that hangs on my dressing room wall.
Still takes getting used to seeing my puritanical transformation.
After knowing the brilliant Josh Marquette for a decade, it’s feels great to wear a Marquette Original.
Substitute Hair Guru Kim Shriver puts me in my wig cap.
In truth, more than met my demand.
Producer Kevin McCollum and I go way back, so I wasn’t surprised he agreed to my contractual demand of a dressing room stairmaster.
Make it to the theater in time and am always greeted warmly by Scott Rippe.
Not trying to be anti-social, but wanted to get some reading done for this month’s Something Rotten Book Club. I asked Angie to take the photo, because I never seem to make the instagram cut @hotdudesreading.
Thought I was running late, but then I ran into the glamorous Angie Schworer on the subway platform.
They’re off!
Daddy Russell is up and double-checking the itinerary for the day: taking Sadie and two friends to his workplace (Lincoln Center) for a silent disco, to Chelsea Piers for a birthday party, and then meeting up with me between shows.
Not exactly an omelette, but power breakfast nonetheless. Useless trivia: my favorite mug is a Secret Santa gift from Rachel Coloff during the run of Urinetown, 15 years ago…
I try to get back to sleep, but remember I have to play a round of Words With Friends with Carolee Carmello. Sad truth: I later lost this game during the matinee.
iPad to the rescue. If weekday mornings are “no-screentime” mornings, we try to make up for lost (screen) time on the weekends.
Still can’t focus, but it seems doubtful Sadie can be convinced to go back to sleep.
It’s a Saturday 2-show day and nothing says sleeping in like a 7:30 wake-up call from a 7-year-old. I was too tired to focus.
I look a little crazy and it’s only the first show. I’m probably just a little tired after trying to convince the brilliant and bearded Heidi Blickenstaff to let me direct her in a one woman show about Eydie Gormé.
David Beach
Emily Skinner and David Beach in the 2012 Goodspeed Musicals production The Great American Mousical.
Emily Skinner and David Beach in the 2012 Goodspeed Musicals production The Great American Mousical.
David Beach and Emily Skinner in the 2012 Goodspeed Musicals production The Great American Mousical.
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