Seth and the South

Hello all,

For any of you who know my brother, no this post is not about him*.

I have had a very eventful morning. Yet again, the husband and I argued about his passive behavior, but that dog just won't bark. I'm not sure if that old adage was used correctly but it sounds right.

I got student rush tickets to see Patti LuPone in Gypsy tonight! $27 dollars a piece! I'm super pumped! I wanted to see [title of show] before it closed, but alas it was not in the stars for us. But, getting the chance to see Patti LuPone in a Tony winning musical is kinda FREAKIN' AWESOME too. I have been secretly dreading to see a show because I don't want to see all the chorus boys and think, "Wow, they're all really buff," or "I can't do any of that stuff." But I will power through and love it. Even worse though, if I see the show and and they're just a bunch of schmucks on stage doing jazz squares, Josh is gonna get a whole sub ride home of,

"I could 'a friggin' done that! Why the hell was I not hired?!?!"

"Well Noah, you didn't audition for it."

Scoff "Well......like that matters! God!"

But, I digress. The real highlight of my morning was going to the Times Square Information Center to see Seth Rudetsky do a live show for Sirius Radio. He does a free show there every Wed. at noon, deconstructing Broadway stuff, saying things he says in his column, and most importantly interviewing Broadway stars. I got there 2 hours early just to get a good seat and for 1 1/2 hours I was the only one in the audience in the middle of assorted New York kiosks.

Eventually the audience was filled with 60 year old Jews. An old optimistic woman came up to me, seated front row center, holding my Seth Rudetsky Q Guide to Broadway, and asked if she could sit next to me. I said,

"You can if you like."

She turned on herself and said,
"Do you want to talk?"

"No."

"Oh." She sat anyways.

Finally Seth came and was so giddy to see him, I read his column every week and am a huge fan. For the life of me, I could not stop smiling at him like a cracked out 12 year old at a Jonas Brothers concert. This idiocy continued for 10ish minutes. He walked past the audience, talking to himself, but still out loud and said no louder than a whisper, "Hello, red hair."

Seriously? Are you my Grandpa's friend down at the Post restaurant calling every ginger haired kid "Red". What's next Opie jokes? I detest people who comment on the color of my hair without preceding it with anything other than, "Omigosh, what a lovely shade of.....". But bygones, he's a comedian type person I'm sure he's gone though a boat load of childhood hell to get funny.

He was interviewing the cast of the upcoming White Christmas and a star from the show Xanadu which closed recently. Before the show started his red-haired announcer came up to me and asked me to come on stage later and participate in the game show about show tunes. She said it was really easy and that I'd be playing with celebrities, but the audience members always win. I said yes cause naturally I would be a shoe in. I love Broadway! I just got done reading a Broadway trivia book, of course I would do it and kick everyone' asses!

Well the show was funny and when it came time for me to come on stage for the game portion, I lept up and bounded onstage. My opponents were this old crazy looking lady who sat behind me and 2 of the cast members of White Christmas. The cast members were playing for an older couple in the audience who took pictures of me.

"Who starred in Carousel and the Pajama Game?"

My answer, "..................................................." The crazy old lady answered

"What does Betty Buckley prefer to be called?"

".........................................." White Christmas got it.

"What is this song from?" he played

"................................." White Cristmas again.

"How many performances did the Sonheim musical Merily We Roll Along run ?"






I knew it! I knew it! But I rang in too late.




This is a picture of Seth Rudetsky telling me that I had no points and needed to step it up. But the game was already over. 4 questions! That's it? Yes, that was it. We all got bags filled with a Sirius Radio t-shirt, hat, pen, bottle opener and chapstick.

This is me and Seth. He signed my book, "Noah, you suck at game shows, but you have great hair. Seth".

How did this meeting go? Let's see. He looked at me like I was a stalker posed for an amazingly friendly looking photo. I couldn't answer any of the questions and was categorized by my hair color. He does this live show every week, interviewing different stars. Will I go back next week? Probably. Will I sit in the front row? Probably not.

I have just recieved a job to become a manager of a Broadway bar. The one in Studio 54 that has been turned into a theater. The revival Pal Joey will be playing there. I start training at South Pacific on Friday.

*My brother Seth sent me a message at 9:49 last night. "Did u see dancing w the stars awesome u could start your own company that used music like that super fucken modern be careful rogers out" I'm still not 100% on what was meant by all of that, but I do know 2 things

1. 9:49 is too early to be incoherent

2. I'm a big fan of my brotherdrunk dialling me and he never calls me "Red"

Rogers out.