See, I’ll settle for just famous.
I’m doing okay financially at the moment with my late wife’s social security, my pension, and my annuitized income. And I started a non-profit theatre company simply because I didn’t need to become rich.
But the famous part? I’m working on that.
This newspaper article is the start:
“Retired Pitt-Greensburg professor starts nonprofit theater group.”
And we’ve already been getting contacted by people who are interested. So it appears the snowball has begun rolling down the hill. (And it is an El Niño year, so there’s a promise of more snowfall than usual.)
Of course, as I ponder my title for this post, I do not give thought to that horrible old TV show, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, the angel to The Jerry Springer Show’s devil. The former let a person dream about what they could become (if they won that lottery!) while the latter made them feel superior and grateful that they were not like those people.
[And I wanted to have an AI-generated image here of a man with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other but the app I use failed me miserably; you’d think a concept with that much history could be easily conjured. I guess not.]
I do however think of an old song by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. They were a very theatrical band, and when I looked them up recently, I saw they were described as “glam rock” which makes perfect sense. I would see them on those 70s concert shows, and enjoyed the performative nature of their presentations. And I recalled someone singing, “I Wanna Be Rich and I Wanna Be Famous”; I thought that it was the whole song, but it turns out it was just an interlude for something called “Sergeant Fury.” I’ll leave you with the video so you can hum along with it the rest of your day. It’s an earworm for me today!
MUSOFYR 