Manilow ’08 – 14 days
Today begins the official two-week countdown, to this year’s attempt to see Mr. Barry Manilow in all his musical splendour. The last time we tried this, after waiting months with purchased tickets in our hot and sticky hands, Mr. Manilow ended up coming down with a 24-hour bout of some horrific throat affliction, and cancelled the show. We were stunned, and heartbroken.
So, Mr. Manilow…eat some Echinacea, gargle with salt water – just stay healthy for this year’s attempt!!
See you in a couple of weeks, pal…
In unrelated yet musical musings, I recalled this morning how my junior-high school musical theatre career had been crushed, many years ago.
I had auditioned for a role in Carousel, still one of my favourite old-time classic musicals. Having spent years singing in the shower as a youth, and being part of a garage band that knew not even one complete song through to completion, I thought I was a shoe-in.
At the try-outs, we were all lined up alongside a piano, and then one by one the musical director (pony-tailed monkey head) asked us to sing a few lines from “You’ll Never Walk Alone”. Then, one by one, we were sorted into either “Cast”, or “Chorus”, chorus being a polite term for “tree”, “crowd”, or “background supplemental”.
I finally made it up to the piano, and was just beginning to warble my young heart out, when I heard the crushing and terse command: “Chorus”.
With barely a handful of notes out of my mouth, the musical director (pony-tailed knuckle-dragging kitten abuser) had decided I lacked sufficient talent to carry the production. The lead role went to the most popular male in our grade, a red-headed wing nut that wouldn’t have recognized a carousel if he tripped over it.
He opened to rave reviews…
Chow for now!!
Today begins the official two-week countdown, to this year’s attempt to see Mr. Barry Manilow in all his musical splendour. The last time we tried this, after waiting months with purchased tickets in our hot and sticky hands, Mr. Manilow ended up coming down with a 24-hour bout of some horrific throat affliction, and cancelled the show. We were stunned, and heartbroken.
So, Mr. Manilow…eat some Echinacea, gargle with salt water – just stay healthy for this year’s attempt!!
See you in a couple of weeks, pal…
In unrelated yet musical musings, I recalled this morning how my junior-high school musical theatre career had been crushed, many years ago.
I had auditioned for a role in Carousel, still one of my favourite old-time classic musicals. Having spent years singing in the shower as a youth, and being part of a garage band that knew not even one complete song through to completion, I thought I was a shoe-in.
At the try-outs, we were all lined up alongside a piano, and then one by one the musical director (pony-tailed monkey head) asked us to sing a few lines from “You’ll Never Walk Alone”. Then, one by one, we were sorted into either “Cast”, or “Chorus”, chorus being a polite term for “tree”, “crowd”, or “background supplemental”.
I finally made it up to the piano, and was just beginning to warble my young heart out, when I heard the crushing and terse command: “Chorus”.
With barely a handful of notes out of my mouth, the musical director (pony-tailed knuckle-dragging kitten abuser) had decided I lacked sufficient talent to carry the production. The lead role went to the most popular male in our grade, a red-headed wing nut that wouldn’t have recognized a carousel if he tripped over it.
He opened to rave reviews…
Chow for now!!
2 comments:
Mmmm......likes singing Show tunes.
Loves Barry Manilow....
When I start seeing Barbra Streisand album covers showing up I'm outta here!!!
Methinks I woke up to the wrong blog this morning; either that or that explains everything.
I think there's some sort of veiled message here...
Hey, I should dust off my copy of "Evergreen"...
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