My life in musicals:
My first musical obsession. What five year old girl doesn’t want to get gussied up and hang out at Daddy Warbucks fancy-pants house with a scruffy-yet-adorable pooch? Ok, so maybe not you. But I did. I knew all the words and could sing along to the movie. When my parents got us tickets to see “Annie” at the theater, I was thrilled beyond words. Say it with me: “I love you Ms. Hannigan!”.
Ahh, the finest Julie Andrews/Dick Van Dyke movie ever made. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I think I could probably still sing my way through the entire score, even though I haven’t actually watched this movie in years.
The Wizard of Oz
Who can resist the Wizard? Wicked witches! Ruby slippers! A singing scarecrow! I used to hate that this movie started out in black and white, but now I love it. My Nan tells the story of how she went to see The Wizard of Oz at the cinema when it came out and it was the first colour film she’d seen. When the movie finished, she’d missed the last bus home, so she skipped the entire however-many-mile journey home Dorothy-style, singing all the way.
An entire musical about….cats? Really? This was the first London Broadway show I remember going to see, on a family trip to London around Christmas one year. I was somewhat skeptical going in, and a total Andrew Lloyd Webber convert coming out. It was amazing.
Incredible. I had no idea what we were in for with Starlight, and once the show started, I wanted it to go on forever. Singing and rollerskates? Cool! Nobody can do it like a steam train, indeed.
Joseph And His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat
My first exposure to ‘Joseph’ was in Primary 7, when my school staged it as our end of year theater production. I was in the general chorus, along with the rest of my year. I remember Pharoh’s role as being a standout performance. I switched schools the following year, and guess what the new school’s play of choice was? Yup. ‘Joseph’ all over again. This time I sang the part of the narrator. Good times.
I saw this for the first time in my first year of university in Edinburgh. One of the girls in my hall of residence got a couple of student price tickets to Les Mis for a random Wednesday afternoon and asked me to go with her, so I went. I had no idea what I was in for. As soon as the stage started to spin, I was swept away with the story and the music and never looked back. I’ve since seen Les Mis in NY and in Berlin, where the show was unexpectedly in German. Unexpected for me anyway. Everyone else seemed to be expecting it to be sung in German…y’know with it being Germany and all. The language barrier didn’t mar the experience one bit. *That’s* how good Les Miserables is.
Ewan McGregor, Nicole Kidman, crazy costumes and awesome music. Because we can can can.
Loved the movie. Love the soundtrack. Love The Swell Season.
Don’t stop believin’, hold on to that feeling. It’s sweet. It’s funny. It’s escapist entertainment at it’s television best.