Musings of the Crabby Shy/Wild

I should be in bed, but who can sleep when Whitney, the human sized one, just won the latest cycle of America’s Next Top Model? So I’m flossing my teeth and writing instead. My teeth are having a photo shoot. Look, it’s, like, season ten or something of that originally original show and I still watch it every week, without shame. Or fail. It’s possible that I need help. Executive produced and hosted by Tyra Banks, the show has seeped into every area of my consciousness.

For example, last night at orchestra we were rehearsing the first movement of the Bach E major violin concerto with soloist and leader Jennifer Frautschi. There were four basses playing - way too large for a baroque piece. So Ms. Frautschi, as was her wont, dismissed half of them. My first thought? Standing before me I have four very talented bassists. But I only have two photos in my hand…

I wonder what line Starbooty star RuPaul will use to dismiss contestants.