Theatre-related injury

To Arts Court tonight to volunteer for the Company Of Fools, who are doing Richard III in bouffon. HIGHLY recommended, btw; fajrdrako and auriaephiala, I have two comps for Tuesday and Ian and I will be going; would either or both of you like to as well? I'm also volunteering next Wednesday, if that works better.

This being a Fools production, throwing buns at the stage is encouraged. (I had great fun selling them at intermission: "100% whole-wheat, guaranteed fresh, local and aerodynamic, we've got a hunch you're going to need them for the next act, three for a dollar!")

Unfortunately, during a particularly gripping bit of Bosworth I stood up to take better aim and forgot that the seats at Arts Court shut automatically. Sadly, I didn't sit down on the floor from my full height; I sat down on the metal undercarriage of the CHAIR from my full height.

There is now an ominously dark red and slightly purple spot under my right shoulderblade, there's going to be a bruise on my bum the size of a soup plate, and I may not be around much on IM for a couple of nights, as this is really starting to develop as an impressively painful case of OMGMYBACK.

(Still up for walking tomorrow, though. Ian can carry the daypack.)

Still. For a production in which the Duke of Buckingham is costumed as an enormous penis (as opposed to merely played as one, which is nigh inevitable), no sacrifice is too great.

ETA: Ow. Ow ow ow ow OW.

DAMMIT

Via auriaephiala:

Rock and jazz musician Jeff Healey died Sunday in a Toronto hospital after a battle with cancer, his publicist said.

He was 41.

Healey's battle with cancer began at age one when he lost his sight due to Retinoblastoma, a rare form of retinal cancer.

God DAMN it.

We were at Humber together. Which is not to say I knew him; we'd met. He was something special, then and always.

He was a bluesman. He was a jazzman. Occasionally, more or less by accident, he was a pop singer. He was the only really good thing about the movie Roadhouse. He had an incredible collection of old 78s, and a deep and wide knowledge of and passion for the music that was infectious. He had the hands of an angel and a voice like the compassion of God.

He was 41.

Angel Eyes, his big hit, on Youtube.

Sweet Georgia Brown.

DAMMIT.