This past Friday, I went to Squirrel Hill with Suzie Q, we ate at this funny little Mediterranean place. I had gyro meat. It was a little pricey, but it was nice just to have some uninterrupted conversation for once. I had never been in Squirrel Hill, her hometown, so she showed me about. We stopped at the record exchange, a different location than the both of us had worked at, each at separate times, and I found a shitload of fun vinyl, my real passion. Eat a Peach by the Allman Brothers, Welcome to My Nightmare by Alice Cooper, Firesign Theatre, Jeff Beck, and my truest of Holy Grails– Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd. Now all that is left is my ark of the covenant– the blue vinyl, Moody Blue by Elvis Presley.
So Susan then treated me to a movie, Phantom of the Opera. She feels about the whole world of Phantom like I feel about the world of Indiana Jones, or how some people get into Star Wars or Star Trek. So she was swooning at Eric, she was grimacing at Christine, she was overall impassioned. It was a real show. The music, *being stolen material by Andrew Lloyd Weber* was not all that great, but the direction was visually oriented and quite beautiful. There were several scenes that stick out in my mind. Sincerely, the theme, “The phaaaaantom of the opera… is in my mind” is indeed in my mind.
It’s still not the sort of thing that I can be obsessed with, but I did like it. I think that Susan was expecting me to hate it, because as soon as with was over she was asking me to rip it apart. I didn’t think I came off as that cynical. However, we both agreed that Gaston Leroux was spinning in his grave, and that if we started practicing now, we would be able to spin efficiently when somebody bastardizes our works of genius some day.
But clearly, genius has turned to madness.