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Hugh Laurie is playing the Fillmore-May 28

The sad part isn't that I'm not going. The sad part is I don't care.

At the height of the House obsession, I would have moved heaven and earth and now I'm just like...MEH! Maybe if he'd done something with his more sophisticated 20's/30's jazz side instead of psuedo-blues, but as it stands...MEH! Or maybe if House hadn't gotten so horribly, horribly, horribly awful and I'm still mourning the time and energy and love I put into it because of those first 2 seasons, and (fairly or not) blaming Mr. Laurie for a lot of deterioration.


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Apr. 2nd, 2014 06:59 pm (UTC)

*pets you*
Apr. 2nd, 2014 07:05 pm (UTC)
Or possibly-"Get over yourself, big guy!"
Apr. 3rd, 2014 07:26 pm (UTC)
I'm not going because i can't afford it. i would love to go.
Apr. 3rd, 2014 07:42 pm (UTC)
P.S. I don't think it was his fault, I think it was mostly the executive producers and writers and Olivia Wilde.
Apr. 3rd, 2014 07:58 pm (UTC)
Just for the record, Hugh was credited as Executive Producer starting with Broken, so basically for the last three seasons. Which doesn't mean he necessarily had creative authority, but I have to believe at point, he at least signed off on all the major disasters.

I don't only blame him, but if he was able to put the kibosh on House/Cam back in S1/2, I think he might have been able to do SOMETHING to stop the train-wreck when he actually had a production title.
Apr. 3rd, 2014 09:27 pm (UTC)
a lot of the time in TV they make an actor an executive producer in name only but they don't have any creative authority. Having read stuff Hugh wrote, I don't think any of the train wreck decisions were his fault.
Apr. 4th, 2014 12:04 am (UTC)
I'm really not trying to attack him. It's just sad. On so many levels. I still enjoy BOFL, still love JOOLS with a sick passion, and of course there will never really be another Bertie Wooster as far as I'm concerned. It's just hard to believe I'm at this place compared to where I was in the early seasons of the show.
Apr. 4th, 2014 06:45 pm (UTC)
it's just eating me up. I want to go so bad and I can't afford it.
Apr. 4th, 2014 06:50 pm (UTC)
Have you tried Craigslist/Stubhub etc? Might be better deals than going through evil corporate Ticketmaster etc. Maybe asking fannish friends to stand you to a few quid? Or stay home and listen to the albums, have a BOFL party and luxuriate in the fact that you got to see him for free at Hardly Strictly.
Apr. 4th, 2014 06:08 am (UTC)
Awww, but I know what you mean, I'm afraid. He's coming here too. Or maybe he's been already. But I didn't care enough to go :/
Apr. 4th, 2014 04:31 pm (UTC)
And yet I'm sure if it had been 2006/7/8...(Speaking as the girl who went to Birmingham and London to see Barrowman in Panto and Burn Gorman in Oliver.) I can't imagine doing that now. I once said I'd go to see John anywhere in the US. Now, if he comes to SF, sure, otherwise...STILL excited to see Bryan Ferry though. That seems to be a more enduring passion. What does THAT say about me?
Apr. 5th, 2014 08:50 am (UTC)
What it says is that Bryan is lasting and maybe the other obsessions weren't as lasting? Speaking as someone who at one point would've done anything to see Bowie in concert but has now got to the point where I will go to a concert if it is playing somewhere I can actually get to, affordable (maybe with a tiny budget stretch/tighten but doable), and I like the artist, a combination that is increasingly rare, and the price Stones tickets were on the cancelled tour (not that I don't totally understand the reason for the cancellation and I'm sure the fans who had tickets do as well) it's clear to me that sometimes love isn't that big - it can still be big but sometimes the DVDs/CDs and accessible things are enough to sate the love.

Mind you this is speaking as someone who lives in the middle of nowhere compared to SF, too.
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