#51
Posted: 3/8/13 at 11:36pm
Interesting how this thread has devolved into a discussion of a Sondheim show... But, then, doesn't everything, inevitably, end up that way here?
Oh, well. Since this question was originally directed my way in an earlier thread, I guess it behooves me to add my 7 1/2 cents to the discussion.
I fell in love--- head-over-heels in love --- with the theatre at a young age. Once bitten, ever smitten, I guess. And by the theatre, I mean more than just the shows I saw on a stage; it was the whole mystique of it, everything ftom the glamor of opening nights, Sardi's, Shubert Alley, the posters, the marquees, the playbills, the opening night ticket stubs, the automat, Howard Johnson's, the first ads in the Sunday Times, "Last 5 Times!" in the theatre directory, Theatre World, the Best Plays, the Tony Awards, even the watery orangeade in cute little cartons: the whole kit and kaboodle.
Through good times and bad, that love remains.
When I saw shows like My Fair Lady, Milk and Honey, The Happiest Girl in the World, Mary, Mary, and so many others, I felt a euphoria that was beyond words. I felt my heart sink when the curtain fell.
Like I said in that earlier thread, to experience that euphoria again, I would sit through 100 duds, and I have. If I could feel even 1/100 of that euphoria, I would consider myself the happiest person in the world.
And call me a cockeyed optimist, if you will, but each time I enter a theatre, it's with the hope that that show will provide me just that feeling. The lyric in a song from Show Girl is my mantra in this regard:
"Somewhere, I don't know where,
And somehow, I don't know how,
And someday, I don't know when,
I'm gonna find my bluebird of happiness again."
Now, if what I find is a turkey instead, I'm going to say so. That's not being "negative," it's just telling it like it is.
And to those who don't like that, I say stop blaming the messenger, and blame the creators.
Oh, well. Since this question was originally directed my way in an earlier thread, I guess it behooves me to add my 7 1/2 cents to the discussion.
I fell in love--- head-over-heels in love --- with the theatre at a young age. Once bitten, ever smitten, I guess. And by the theatre, I mean more than just the shows I saw on a stage; it was the whole mystique of it, everything ftom the glamor of opening nights, Sardi's, Shubert Alley, the posters, the marquees, the playbills, the opening night ticket stubs, the automat, Howard Johnson's, the first ads in the Sunday Times, "Last 5 Times!" in the theatre directory, Theatre World, the Best Plays, the Tony Awards, even the watery orangeade in cute little cartons: the whole kit and kaboodle.
Through good times and bad, that love remains.
When I saw shows like My Fair Lady, Milk and Honey, The Happiest Girl in the World, Mary, Mary, and so many others, I felt a euphoria that was beyond words. I felt my heart sink when the curtain fell.
Like I said in that earlier thread, to experience that euphoria again, I would sit through 100 duds, and I have. If I could feel even 1/100 of that euphoria, I would consider myself the happiest person in the world.
And call me a cockeyed optimist, if you will, but each time I enter a theatre, it's with the hope that that show will provide me just that feeling. The lyric in a song from Show Girl is my mantra in this regard:
"Somewhere, I don't know where,
And somehow, I don't know how,
And someday, I don't know when,
I'm gonna find my bluebird of happiness again."
Now, if what I find is a turkey instead, I'm going to say so. That's not being "negative," it's just telling it like it is.
And to those who don't like that, I say stop blaming the messenger, and blame the creators.
Updated On: 3/9/13 at 11:36 PM