the best of us
He was the best of us. Jimmy Brennan. I met him when we were both about 14 and through high school and part of college, I marveled at his talent. He was a song and dance man. More talent than skill, but gathering skills along the way. School was wasted on him, he should have . . . Julliard? Northwestern? Something on the west coast? In truth, he learned what he needed to know as he went, performing with his age peers and then venturing further and further aground until he left us altogether. I think he was doing road shows when the rest of us were still struggling with auditions. He was equity; he was talent to contend with; and if I remember, he also was married very young as well. I was so sure that he would be the star of us. If no one else made it, Jimmy would, and I would say, "Ah, I knew . . ."
Now and again, I've seen his name on shows, NYC shows, but last night, trying to make lexis work, I started looking up people from my past. I was not in the right data base and I couldn't even find myself, but before throwing it in for the night, I googled James Brennan. Why, I am not sure, but I had not heard about him as a performer for years. He is directing, choreographing, working. He does what I might have done, or is that fantasy. Did he have to be on broadway to direct at the Papermill, at the Godspeed?
Just a slight pain, a lover that can still bring on the remanent of pain. Art is worse than drugs; no 12 step program. Then again, why in the world would I want it washed out of me completely. Sweet pain, and still a good musical number can make me cry.
posted by Suz @ 3:50 PM
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