San Diego outdoors: Aida, animal tracks, rugby, SUP with dogs, 1800s Old Town, waterski and wakeboard
Indoors: WWI San Diego, complete history of theater, Christopher Plummer, pickles, Van Gogh-Gaughin, Martina McBride
11:50 a.m., June 28
Cygnet Theatre completes the circle, closing its Rolando Stage doors with the rock musical that opened them. Hedwig's still angry (in this more polished version, directed by James Vasquez, angry-er) about his botched sex-change operation, which resulted in a "Barbie Doll crotch." As his nemesis, Tommy Gnosis, wows fans next door with pilfered tunes, Hedwig tells a life story to which few compare. As Hedwig, his wig a platinum tsunami, his outfits recalling Rocky Horror's Frank N. Furter - whom he has also played - talented Matthew Tyler belts ("Tear Me Down") and croons ("Origin of Love") with equal panache. As Hedwig's husband Yitzhak, a bearded roadie and Willie Nelson lookalike, Katie Alexander has the chops when her spotlight finally shines. The backup band kicks. Although the sound system's more attuned to the music than the dialogue (portions of the story blur by), in a way even that works, since Hedwig's no headliner. He bares body and soul in the Aztec mini mall.