My mother was in a production of Crazy for You at a community theatre. Playing the part of Moose was a very talented performer who, besides being a very good actor, was also a professional bass player. He both played the bass and sang during "Slap that Bass." In his bio, he mentioned several times how he was returning to the stage after being exclusively in the pit for fifteen years and how glad he was to be slapping his bass onstage again. During intermission, I heard the elderly couple next to us whispering: "Wow, the show's very good so far. I wonder how they rigged up the guy on the bass. He couldn't have been playing it for real. It looked convincing, but if they had a real guy playing it, he wouldn't be in community theatre." I was fuming. If only those morons had read the program!
My grandparents have an interesting relationship with theatre. For example, they saw Les Mis back in 1987 and have the cast album. They can remember where they went to eat the night of the show, what they ordered and where exactly their seats in the theatre were, but they can't remember anything about the show. When I went to see the revival last month, my grandma was curious about the actors.
Me: Wow! You guys are so lucky that you get to see the original and the revival. It's great.
Grandma: That's good. How was the guy?
Me: Which guy?
Grandma: The guy who sang.
Cosette: Roses are red.
Marius: Violets are blue.
Eponine: You're so in love!
Marius: And so not with you.
Updated On: 4/6/07 at 10:47 PM
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