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I was sitting around the other day thinking of what to do and decided to enjoy a little design project. little did I know it would be my last one for a while. I've always enjoyed creating album art for any recording that didn't already possess any. I've had the pleasure of seeing a f of my designs spread about the internet. probably my most popular was also one I put together near the very beginning of my collecting days.

Using only Microsoft Paint and free online fonts I created the album art for the first Bootleg I ever owned. I had seen the show twice, once on my birthday (at City Center) and again when it transferred to broadway.

On my thirteenth birthday my father and I saw the matinee performance and at the end I raced to the stage door to meet one of my Idols at the time, Kristin Chenoweth.

When I got there, however, the security guard at the door said Kristin wouldn't be coming out due to it being a two show day. Being the Gay little drama queen that i was i began to cry. some fellow audience members offered to get my playbill signed later and send it back to me via the mail but I wasn't hearing of it. It was, and still is, the experience that matters, not the autograph!

The security guard told my father and I that there was a talk back going on in the theater and that we could go watch that and then come back and he'd see what he could do. We enjoyed the talk back (including one person asking "why brown?") and returned to the stage door. The guard ushered us inside and told us to wait in a small hallway near the side of the stage.

As we waited Malcolm Gets and Michael Cerveris walked by and exchanged pleasantries with my father and I I had no interest in either of them (Don't worry that changed later). Finally a tiny, barefoot woman drinking a big gulp that was almost as big as her rounded the corner with the security guard.

"Is this him?" Kristin asked the security guard who nodded and smiled. without missing a beat Kristin threw her arms around me and I was plunged into a happiness i wouldn't match until the day i spoke to God himself.

Anyway...

this post was originally about album art. My most recent project was to fill a blank spot in my iTunes library.

Evita opened on Broadway on September 29th 1975. It is, in my not so humble opinion, one of Sir. Andrew Lloyd Weber's greatest works.

I acquired a copy of this performance around the year 2009 when I had just started seeking to expand my collection.

Until very recently it sat in my iTunes library with no album art except for an oddly shaped image of the original program.

This, i decided, would no longer suffice and a new design was born.

So don't cry for me because my computer broke, or because i haven't been in a theater doing what I love since February. Instead embrace this new way of watching and listening to amazing art and donate to as many theaters as you can while you are doing it. these are hard times and we have to lean on our community and the art we create now more than ever.

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