When I lived in Las Vegas and people would inevitably try to paint Louisville as an indoor-plumbing-bereft backwater, I'd go on a mini-rant about how Louisville had an opera and an orchestra and an art museum not attached to a casino; in other words, things Las Vegas did not have.
Those rants lasted about a month until I got tired of fighting and just agreed with the morons in the most condescending manner possible. "Oh thank god for Las Vegas and the endless wonders of the horseless carriage."
Truthfully, I never really take advantage of this town's culture, so Saturday night I went to the Kentucky Center for the Arts (pictured above) and saw the touring production of Sweeney Todd: The Demonic Barber of Fleet Street. How was it? Well, the reviews have been 100% positive, and most of the cast are from the original Broadway production. But I think I have a problem with musicals. They all remind me of that Simpsons episode where Troy McClure stars in Planet of the Apes: The Musical:
"I hate every ape I see
From chimpan-a to chimpan-zee
No you'll never make a monkey out of me..."
Before the show, we had a few drinks at Jeff Ruby's. He's the guy who tossed OJ Simpson out of his restaurant, which makes him kind of a hero to me. I can't afford to eat a proper meal at his expensive steakhouse, but I was happy to sip on a couple of high-end bourbons in the lounge area. Drunken culture is more my speed.
Speaking of drunkenness, we went to a bar after the show. Holy fuck, that place was crowded. As I stumbled through a crowd of thinner, younger drunks, I felt like Uncle Buck as he made his way through that high school party. I'm just glad I wasn't wearing a hat for some young punk to steal.
I'm not completely lowbrow, though. I love paintings, especially this one.
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I spent the weekend throwing up.
Louisville is no Colonial Williamsburg, but it's still pretty good.
I saw (the movie) Sweeney Todd last week at a beer movie theater. I think that might be more your speed...I liked the nasty goriness of the musical serial killer angle.
Uncle Buck? (Nice try!) If you're Uncle Buck I'm Roseanne Barr.
Nick wrote Colon.
You know what Louisville's missing? A decent mini-golf course. You know, with a pirate ship and a windmill and a little bridge over a man-made pond?
Then you'd finally be cool enough for the artsy set.
Bartolo Colon?
Oooh, high-end bourbon. I can only dream....
Shouldnt it be Kulture in Kuntucky?
I left the production of Sweeney Todd at intermission and really hated it and I don't mind musicals at all. Go get drunk and see Wicked. You'd at least laugh and enjoy it more I'm sure.
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