A Rainy Night

Previous to the drenching at the production of the Normal Heart, I fought tears at the end of the first act of Falsettos. I mean, the curtain came down, and I was going to grab it to blow my nose.

We’re listening again to it tonight. I can’t help but think back to the London production. There were some excellent shows on that visit; Falsettos was one of the standouts. The voices and performances rivaled what Broadway delivered previously.

I believe the first song that gets me is Father to son, but then there is much more sadness to come in the show. It’s well written, a roller coaster of songs and you are absolutely a passenger.

It’s funny how I can remember that specific night going to the Other Palace, getting out of the train to drizzly weather. We got there early enough for Garry to grab a soda. The rain picked up and we walked awning to awning to the theatre. We were both completely dry, right on time to create personal waterworks. It was absolutely meant to be a wet night.

There were no masks of course. We were in Pre-COVID times. And yes, my appreciation for this period has only increased. Imagine going to a show and not even thinking about COVID. I hope we get there. We are still wearing masks inside the theatre. I don’t mind as long as I can still see and hear the performance.

Here in present day San Francisco, we’ve been fogged in for four days but today the blue sky poked holes in the fluffy gray. A fog spit morning gave way to a dry night. Anyway, tonight we are home. We’re listening to Falsettos and I’m remembering a rainy night.