In terms of things I don’t enjoy, there are a few hard and fast truths that I’ve believed most of my life: watermelon tastes like the work of the Devil, attempting to cover a dish with plastic wrap is also the work of the Devil and, naturally, musicals.
That’s right. I’ve lived my entire life thinking that I didn’t enjoy musicals. Well, I’d enjoy musicals a whole lot more without all that singing and dancing. Gag. With the exception of Grease because, well, Grease is perfect. In every way. In short, I like Grease.
Then Mamma Mia came out. Hello? ABBA music? Set to a script? Sign. Me. Up. I even dragged Tata and Banana to see Mamma Mia in the theater and made them sing along, even though Banana claims to not know any ABBA songs. FYI? She also claims to have never heard the Glen Campbell classic “Rhinestone Cowboy”, but both T and I know that is a load of hooey ’cause I asked Banana’s mom and she confirmed it.
My point? I’m starting to like musicals. Gasp! First it was Grease, then Mamma Mia and finally The Sound of Music. I’m hooked. I’m totally hooked on all the completely random and totally unnecessary singing and dancing. The realization hit me yesterday when I was trying to coerce people into go to see Ghost: The Musical with me.
That’s right. I said Ghost: The Musical. Based on the classic Patrick Swayze/Whoopi Goldberg movie. Only it’s on stage. And set to music. With dancing. I’m intrigued.
Actually, I’m equal parts intrigued and horrified. This is could either be an amazing stage production full of visually fulfilling sets and appropriately timed choreography with a cornucopia of auditory awesomeness or … not. I’m reserving judgement until after I’ve seen the show, which based on the responses from my family and friends, I will be seeing alone. It is noted that my sister said she’d go with me if I won free tickets or something. Otherwise “it would take losing a bet” to get her behind in one of those seats.
I’m interpreting the free tickets part of her response as a definite check mark in the “Yes, I’d be delighted to go with you!” category.
Just as I was in the midst of picking a day to see Ghost: The Musical, I saw another intriguing/horrifying musical opportunity. Heathers: The Musical.
That’s right. I said Heathers: The Musical. Once again I find myself equal parts intrigued and horrified. How would one set the Winona Ryder/Christian Slater classic to music? Complete with dance sequences?
I must see it to find out.
And I’m taking T’s response of “Unless it’s starring the ghost of Patrick Swayze himself, there is no way in bloody hell that I would pay good money to see that” as another check in the ol’ “Yes! I’d be delighted to go with you!” category. I have yet to hear from Banana, but I’m taking her silence as a Yes as well.
Perhaps we can get a group discount.