"Terror in Toledo" and Other Titles to get your Attention

(A simple room in summer. A broken ceiling fan. A desk. A chair. A Remington Typewriter somehow connected to the internet. Joshua William Gelb mops his forehead, murmuring…

“Summer… Damn summer… Moving to Greenland…”

Or something to that affect. He proceeds to blog…)

It seems unlikely for me to be blogging thus. Unlikely, first, that I’m the one chosen to present this weekly feature. And second, perhaps, that Tully has made it this far at all. (Not to comment on the quality of the piece. Hardly that. I needn’t tell you, it’s brilliant.) But the sheer magnitude of this impending festival. The New York Musical Theatre Festival, after all.

(Glibly slapping his thigh)

I know, I know… some of you haven’t even heard of The New York Musical Theatre Festival… That’s NYMF for short. But as I gloat to my extended family,

(In a stuffy RP, reminiscent of Basil Rathbone)

“They call it the Sundance of Musical Theatre”

(Retaining the accent for good measure)

So here we are. And after almost three years of writes and re-writes, two readings, one workshop, three drafts (one I’m ashamed to catalogue), and countless hours of tedious indecipherable banter between myself and Ms. Stephanie Johnstone, we prepare ourselves for Tully’s first full-fledged production, awaiting impatiently the approval of musical-theatre queens far and wide.

So check in weekly, as myself, Ms. Johnstone, Mr. Michael Height (our illustrious producer) and countless other quirky endearing characters scramble to mount Tully (In No Particular Order) in time for our fast approaching September opening.

Next week: Difficult Casting Decisions and Midsummer Culinary Delights.