Black Cherry

Today in 1984 Tetris was released. Ah, childhood memories! So what better way to celebrate than the Transformers' video game launch at The Redbury at Hollywood & Vine. I went with Nadia (sister) to see my friend Megane's band Black Cherry play. So happy to see Meg as the night I met her she fled to London the next day and she was flown in especially for this. Sadly, the gamers are total nerds and whilst Meg rocked out they softly nodded their heads. But our little group loved it. Black Cherry are truly fantastic, check them out on facebook here.

And here's a video I took of last night's performance:

Today in 1933 the first drive-in movie theater opened, in Camden County, N.J. Now, I've never been to a drive-in, but I'd love to go. More modern versions of drive-ins tend to be the Cemetery Screenings in LA, or the Bryant Park films in NYC, or in Bermuda the Moonlight Movie series on the beach and in the parks. But all of those require good weather. For a drive-in you can be in the car with the heat on, cosying up to your lover. It all feels very 50s. However, in more personal film/acting news I signed my paperwork with an agency today, which was exceptionally exciting, except also tinged with the fear of a year-long commitment. Yes, my fear of commitment to anything rears its ugly head again! But the excitement is outweighing anything else. However, I joined the agency and then immediately had to check-out as I spent the day packing for my flight back home to Bermuda tomorrow. Going for my friend Aziza's wedding and I'm a bridesmaid (pictures and details in posts for the rest of the week). After my meeting I was reunited with a friend I hadn't seen in a year and a half and love and miss dearly, Weronika Rosati. Weronika is one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, and as cliched as it sounds, both inside and out.

Today in 2004 (how incredibly delayed!) Phylicia Rashad became the first African-American actress to win a Tony for a leading dramatic role for her work in a revival of "A Raisin in the Sun." Which says as much about the lack of diversity (which is improving) on Broadway as it does about the voters. However, I was lucky enough to see Rashad in the all-Black production of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof on Broadway in it's final week - it still remains one of my best theatre experiences. I wrote about a Raisin in the Sun a few posts ago, and was desperate to quote the poem that inspired it by Langston Hughes. But I've decided to seize the opportunity now. "A Dream Deferred" has both inspired and haunted me for years. When I was lying in my hospital bed, unsure if I'd ever be able to walk without a heavy limp for the rest of my life, I kept wishing I hadn't waited so long to actively pursue acting. The same occurred when I was at law school and I was always waiting for my true life to begin. Now it feels like it has.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?