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Back On the Street Where You Live


To be doing a role I performed eleven years ago is fascinating. To see how I have grown as a singer, a storyteller, and as a man has been such an agreeable bonus to an already wonderful gig.

Singing "On the Street Where You Live" every night is like eating comfort food, it just does a soul good. Playing a character who loves so wholeheartedly and purely heals some parts of my spirit that have lost a little faith. I deeply feel I was SUPPOSED to be playing Freddy again. :-)

So, Lerner and Loewe, I salute you.

And Freddy, thanks for being my friend once more. I look forward to the journey every night. May I be as unashamed, as loving, and as British. (Well, two out of three isn't bad... ha)

To say that much has happened in the past eleven years would be obvious, but I am grateful that I am still singing, still telling stories through song. The circle of it all is enchanting, to be back in the same theatre again... sometimes it is as if I can sense the younger me and the present me conversing and hugging... such a spiritual experience this has become and one I NEEDED.

"People stop and stare, they don't bother me for there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be. Let the time go by, I won't care if I can be here on the street where you live..."

Dustin

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