Like a Rocking Roll

Friday evening I went to the ballet--there is a certain uncomfortableness to being a single, heterosexual male who has season tickets, but I am learning to cope.

The centerpiece of the show was "Rooster", which is set to the music of the Rolling Stones. It was rather cool--it was about adolescents strutting about and trying to act cocky, pun intended. Or at least that was what I got out of it.

The lowlight was reading the advertisements for other Houston area performances. It was there that I discovered that 1984: The Musical exists. That a musical was made of one of the most atrocious books ever written frightens, confuses, and astounds me.