This was the first big-scale musical I ever saw. I had just turned nine years old, and it was the national tour with Rex Everhart as Franklin, Barbara Lang as Abigail, and George Hearn as Dickinson.
I remember my mother sobbing next to me through "Mamma, Look Sharp." It was a big deal back then in 1971, one of the strongest anti-war movements in our country's history, and that song hit home with so many people.
But the moment that left the biggest impression on me was "Molasses to Rum." It actually scared the crap about of me. I remember the red light seeping through the slats of the shudders as the "slave auction" took place. I watched Rutledge go from congressman to devil/madman in front of my eyes. Very disturbing.
Years later, I had an opportunity to audition for the show. I wanted to play Rutledge, and I got the part. It's still one of the most satisfying things I've ever done artistically. I felt like I was confronting, embracing, and emulating my own childhood fears. I had to see it from his perspective instead of the audience's, and that was a dark journey. It felt like was going into a trance most nights. And watching the faces of the other members of congress as I hopped up onto the table and cracked my invisible whip in the air.
Great stuff.
Needless to say, this is one of my favorite musicals for the reasons I've just said. It's oddly constructed, with nearly 40 minutes without music in the first act (the first major congress scene before "But Mr. Adams"), yet I think it's pretty flawless.
I always enjoy watching the (excellent) film version as well. It takes me back to my childhood and early adulthood memories of the play.
"Jaws is the Citizen Kane of movies."
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