I love the MJC talk. Here's my anysis of First Lady Suite:
LaChiusa’s masterstroke was in conception: Jackie Kennedy’s story, but not told from the icon’s viewpoint. For decades, the classic “where were you” question always involved the Kennedy assassination. Here, LaChiusa submits the ultimate “where were you” answer: Mary Galagher, Mrs. Kennedy’s secretary, was actually in attendance. Not in the car, during the shooting, but rather, on the plane to Dallas.
While the other first ladies of the First Lady Suite are illuminated, Mrs. Kennedy is conspicuously absent. The Kennedy story is presented from the viewpoint of an outsider (which the majority of the country was), yet an insider (which everyone dreamed of being). For millions of Americans, the Kennedy assassination was a touchstone. For Mary Galagher, it was a bit more than that.
When we meet Mary Galagher, she is introduced with a quick, insistent, and rather flighty musical motif. Before the character even utters a word, we know a lot a bout her. She’s nervous, and unfocused. As she speaks her first words, we learn a lot more:
How nice!
This is nice.
Tea on Air Force One…
Can you imagine?
Of course you can.
In a brief, introductory passage, we’ve learned an exceptional amount about this character. There’s exposition: She’s on Air Force One. But more important than the exposition, there’s illumination. Mary is struck with celebrity. She is a secretary who hit the big time. She’s also a bit bitter about it, as we learn from her next line:
The president takes you everywhere,
I don’t go anywhere, with her.
While it’s an obvious lie (she’s on a plane headed for Dallas), it speaks volumes. We infer that she is jealous, and wishes more than anything that instead of working for the first lady, she was the first lady.
Suddenly, LaChiusa drops the bombshell:
She won’t even let me ride in the motorcade. I have to go on ahead and unpack.
While the majority of First Lady Suite is through-sung, that line is spoken. LaChiusa intentionally singles that one line out, and in doing so, hits the triple crown. It’s expositional. The choice of the word “motorcade” immediately clues the audience in on exactly where we are and what is about to happen. It’s character illuminating. Mary is upset about missing what she perceives to be a moment in the limelight. And it’s funny. As an audience, we laugh, in recognition, as well as in horror.
Then the chorus kicks in:
Four more years
Picking out her hats
Picking up her gloves
Another example of a master lyricist at work. “Picking out her hats”? LaChiusa is insinuating that the iconic Jackie O pillbox hat was not even her own idea. “Picking up her gloves?” Apparently, she’s helpless as well. It gets worse:
Making sure her daquiris are made,
“Not to sweet”
Making sure her creditors are paid
“Don’t tell Jack”
LaChiusa has smashed our illusions. While it’s clear that these are the ramblings of a jealous secretary, he insinuates by association that Jackie was a drunk, a liar, and not even responsible for her trademark hats.
The song is purposefully written in three-quarter time. Waltz time is repetitive, and LaChiusa uses the lyric “Four more years” repetitively. It’s also intentionally ironic. We know that there aren’t “four more years,” and Kennedy is about to meet his doom.
Updated On: 8/8/06 at 02:49 AM