Show Synopsis: Four people in New York wonder if they?re doing what they?re supposed to be doing with their ?life stories? - Deb is not sure she wants to be in graduate school writing about Virginia Woolf, Warren is sure that he?ll never make a statement as an artist or as a person, Jason does not understand why Claire is hesitant to let him move in with her, and Claire does not know how to precede with her relationship with Jason. Deb realizes she has lost her notebook with all of her graduate dissertation notes, and struggles with how to tell her advisor. Warren finds her book and contacts her to return it at the Met, where Claire and Jason are trying to have a date but find themselves drawn to paintings in different parts of the museum. Claire makes it clear to Warren that she thinks he is weird and delusional, and manages to make him feel incredibly insecure before dashing off to meet her advisor. Claire and Warren have a fight and Warren proposes spontaneously to Claire, who runs away and grabs a cab to get away from him. Deb tries to find some calmness in the chaos of her daily life, and realizes that Warren may not be as weird as she thought. She meets up with him at the apartment he?s housesitting and realize that he once handed her a nice inspirational poster on the street. They throw all the posters over the balcony, along with Claire?s dissertation notes, inspiring Claire and Jason to reconcile. Claire meets Jason and tells him that the reason she has been holding back from their relationship is because she lost her husband in 9/11 and is still grieving, but knows Jason wants her to be happy. She accepts his proposal. They go on a date to the Met, where Deb finally sees beauty in the pictures of ?ordinary things? Warren loves. Character: Deb, an anxiety-ridden 20-something perfectionist English graduate student who loves plans but does not exactly what she wants; blunt. Song Context: Deb has run out of her coffee with Warren, who has inadvertently made her feel insignificant and made her question her thesis and her life path, so that she can reach her advisor?s office in time for a meeting. She cannot seem to calm down. Fun Facts: 1. Composer Adam Gwon has noted that the narrative of this song cycle was inspired by his own experiences as a twenty-something in New York City and a re-reading of Virginia Woolf?s Mrs. Dalloway. He noted in an interview that ?The seed that started the whole project was me feeling a little bit at sea with, well, how?and if?life worked itself out. As you can imagine, aspiring artists in New York are almost inevitably forced to stitch together a patchwork life. You?ve got your dayjob, your multitude of creative projects, your social life, your love life, your friends from work, from school, from shows, your family, and on and on, all seemingly leading in different directions. I felt like I was constantly bouncing from one very specific bubble of my daily life to the next, and the question I was asking as I wrote Ordinary Days was how do all these pieces add up? As I wrote, I think that question evolved to explore more than just the experiences of a twenty-something in New York, but it all started from a very real, personal place.? 2. Ordinary Days premiered at Roundabout Theatre Company?s Underground season in 2009. 3. The opening lyric to this song is a reference to Woody Allen?s 1979 film Manhattan, which uses Gershwin music throughout the entire piece to enhance the mood of the film. By contrast to Gershwin?s structured and melodic pieces, Philip Glass is a more abstract contemporary composer who frequently uses dissonances and a lack of conventional musical structure.
"So I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my Lit professor?s office ? It's like light years off of campus, Don't ask me why ? I'm sandwiched in-between this guy who's literally drooling And this European hipster who, well let?s be honest, smells. Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought ?Manhattan.? Well, I'm not so impressed. I hear like Philip Glass at best. I spend all my time just trying to get Calm But it's not working ?Cause like clearly I?m a magnet for a special breed of psycho ?Who thinks being weird?s a valuable use of time And my notebook like to wonder on its own across the city? Taking with it my whole thesis Which I need to write like?now. I don't remember the Muppets getting hives When they took Manhattan But my own diagnosis says I'm creeping toward psychosis ?Cause I cannot find a place to get Calm It's really hard You know I tried to take up yoga But you'll be surprised how many folks don't think deodorant is Zen. I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe, Just breathe, But every time I took in a breathe I visualize that life coach's death She's having brunch at cafe Pierre And she's choking And choking And choking ?Till finally she's calm. I'm sorry! Anyway, I get to my professor?s and he sits me down and tells me?That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false. I tell him what I'm working from is not so much a ?thesis? As the fact that she went crazy And that seems ? well? apropos. My professor just tosses back his head And a dry Manhattan. I'm wondering which will him quicker, The Big Apple or the liquor When suddenly I panic And I tell myself I must get someplace Calm . I up and run toward Penn Station like I swear my head was ready to blow And I hop a train to Jersey Just as fast as any person can go Then 90 minutes out I get off at some prudential hamlet I've never heard of. There's a real state office right on the block. I can afford a two bedroom! I go into shock. I think, what the heck I write a check ?Cause there's sunlight, and closets, and laundry But mostly it's calm Calm Calm Calm Calm Really calm Strangely calm Like Times Square at five A.M. calm, Like totally freak me out calm, Like I'm gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm. Damn it! So I tear up my deposit And I head back to Penn Station. Of course the subway's broken So I walk four miles home And like 14 hours later I get back to my apartment With my crazy spastic roommates And a room, well, of my own. I've got this black and white poster on my wall That says ""my Manhattan"" And I give it the finger But I let my gaze linger And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet ?And suddenly I?m struck with this bizzaro revelation? That like, Warren?s whacked out theory might deserve some explanation. I sit on my bed And I realize I'm finally Calm."