Alex is going to sing live on Radio Three on Monday.
That’s on THE BBC – OUR NATIONAL BROADCASTING SERVICE! THE BBC! BBC RADIO! He has to TRAVEL DOWN TO LONDON! On a TRAIN!
I’m not at all excited.
I don’t have any details yet, except that he’ll be performing with Debra Finch, his singing partner in the last few Broadway shows he’s done; and it’s to promote their next show, Lerner & Loewe’s The Day Before Spring, which hasn’t had a full performance since 1953 – which is probably why the BBC is interested.
I’ll update this post with details when I have them.
In the meanwhile, picture me on Easter Monday, sitting glued to the radio all day – or TV, in this case, as everyone listens to the radio via their TV these days. Or maybe glued to my phone, waiting for Alex to remember his doting mother, up in the northern wilds of Britain, anticipating that text which will tell her what time he’s going to be LIVE ON THE BBC (radio, admittedly; and not even the MAIN radio station, but STILL, it’s the BBC, you KNOW).
No, I’m not at all excited.