Friday night opened a community theatre production of The Music Man in which Curt played, Harold Hill, the leading man. This is a major feat not just because of the annoyingly low-rent production mentality he's had to endure, but because of the fact that Curt's been fighting severe bronchitis for weeks now. He can't sleep through the night without coughing up his large intenstines, but he's found a way to make it through the show in full voice and with a smile on his face. The latter is particularly impressive when you consider that he's doing his little dance numbers with a cracked rib. How'd he crack it? Coughing so much. No lie. The dude's a mess, but he still pulled off a smooth, seemingly effortless performance. He's either a loyal martyr to whom we all should aspire or he's just plain stupid. Either way he was brilliant on stage.
| September 11, 2005 08:12pm | 
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