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There's things to say, but I can't say them at the moment, pre-Gleemonex and pre-java. So I'll just ramble.

The only proper way to watch Hedwig is cuddled on the tufon surrounded by goils. And at the end, to turn on the subtitles (for mood rather than necessity) and have a rousing sing-along.

I think the ending and "Midnight Radio" will always make me weep, or want to weep, but last night was the most intense because it's all mixed up in a confused but emotionally vivid jumble of Miriam Shor's Yitzhak character, and her expressive eyes, and finally getting to be who she wants, and shine, and of burning paper, and exploding buildings and worlds changing, and the symbolic clashing dichtomies (twin buildings, one without its other half, crumbling/ twin personae, one searching for its other half, crushing tomatoes), and yesterday they took the last of the facade down at Ground Zero. And that hurt me. And more associations piled on top of it-- memories of meeting friends at the World Trade Center, and singing showtunes at dusk as we wander around the area, and looking for books about colleges and women's studies at the Border's which is now a blackened pile of rubble, and
the automatist's undoing
the whole world starts unscrewing
as time collapses and space warps
You see decay and ruin
I tell you "No, no no no"
You make such an exquisite corpse"...

and even further associations, of listening to Tear Me Down on the Tour, in the Sex Van, and singing at the top of our lungs, and the tour aftermath, and all of your friends together in the same place and nothing ever being the same again.

But mostly, Miriam Shor's eyes, and burning paper.

I'm so glad I have my goils.
You know you're doin' all right...
So hold on to each other
you gotta hold on tonight.

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