In 1991, a musical adaptation of the Dudley Moore/Liza Minnelli film Arthur tried out at Goodspeed… and flopped. It’s remembered these days mostly because it was the production on which Gregg Edelman and Carolee Carmello fell in love… and because it was written by a team of writers who would go on to find success in television with a little show called Friends.
Remember that time that all of Broadway was so effing scared of shows closing instantly and with terrible reviews that they decided to open all of them in the spring instead of the fall? You know, so they had a better shot at winning Tony Awards, which are clearly the golden, shining path to success, longevity, and recoupment. Anyway, welcome to the fall, 2012 Broadway season, you guys! It’s pretty damn depressing, as you’re about to realize. Well, most of it is. Hidden within the sweaty folds of the season are a few gems… and a couple of totally weird things that we have to see, regardless of taste or quality… ours, or the shows’. Here’s the buzz…
When I grow up I want to be The Craptacular. Whether you agree with them or have your own terrible opinions, you must agree that no one turns a Broadway-related phrase quite like Lucky & The Mick.
This was the week that comes inevitably for all those who share in Community Supported Agriculture: the week of zucchini. No one really loves zucchini, but because it is easy to grow, everyone seems to grow it.
It just so happens that this week, the friend with whom I normally split my CSA share is away for the week, so I have the whole thing to myself, which includes two and a half pounds of zucchini. Only they’re not zucchini—they are yellow summer squash, which is worse in my opinion.
Well, as the saying goes, when life gives you zucchini, make zucchini bread. After being reassured by my friends on Twitter that yellow summer squash would do just fine, I ventured to the co-op to buy all the other ingredients since I don’t generally keep flour or sugar or chocolate chips in my home.
Remember when I learned that Kander & Ebb had written a song for John Raitt when he toured in Zorba, and then despaired of hearing it because I thought it wasn’t recorded? Remember when I learned that song was recorded, but only in Hungarian? Well, someone sent me a copy of the Hungarian Cast Recording of Zorbá, so here is “Bubulina.” You’re on your own for the lyrics.
I had never met a Republican till I went to college. The mother of a classmate said she hated Bella Abzug, And I said, “Are you a Republican?” And she just laughed, And I said, “Bitch.”
At a cocktail party given by this Republican, She said, “FDR, would you like some pate?” (She called me FDR!) I said, “I don’t need pate served by a Republican!” She said, “That’s undemocratic.” And then she looked ecstatic. She said, “FDR, could you be gay?” (I said, “You’ll have to ask Eleanor.”)
So I went to bed with a Republican, And he didn’t perspire! He said, as we’re undressing, he admires Richard Nixon, And I said, “Are you a Republican?” And he just laughed, And I said, “Bitch.”
So we’re in bed, and I’m in him, a Republican, And I’m trying hard to make the fellow burst. To be in him and be screwing a Republican Is damn unappealing, But I can’t help but feeling That it’s nice to have the roles reversed.
You’re talking about the son? No, no! You’re killing me! You’re giving me a headache!
These are people who are running the whole world, These are people who are ruining the world!
I am in a world surrounded by Republicans, And I’m thinking maybe this proves God is dead. While the good guys die, it’s long live the Republicans. Though it’s not democratic, This much I know emphatic- ly, I’d rather God kill them instead! Yes, it’s true! I’d rather God kill them instead!
La la la la la la Republicans! La la la la la la la la la la la! La la la la la la La la la la la la Republicans! Though it’s not democratic, This much I know emphatic- ly, I’d rather God kill them instead! Yes, I’d rather God kill them instead!
Confession time: I can’t stand the character of Henry Higgins and wish they had kept the original ending of Pygmalion instead of having Eliza go back to him at the end of My Fair Lady.
I always thought My Fair Lady should end with Higgins saying “Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?” and Pickering coming out totes naked (except for Higgins’ slippers), because they were totes gay for each other.
I have this vision for a My Fair Lady/The King and I crossover where Eliza grows up to be a governess in Siam and realizes that the King’s thousand wives are clearly an unsuccessful attempt at compensating for something, so she sends for her dear old friend Henry Higgins who can fill the hole (GET IT) in the King’s life, and they all live happily ever after.
(Remember that Julie Andrews has played both Eliza and Anna; Rex Harrison has played both Higgins and the King. FREAKY RIGHT?)
“A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card, when you only care enough to send the very best.”—I must have seen Grease several hundred times in my youth before I ever knew what the heck a hickey was.
I’ve got quite a few things to do this evening, from making dinner, washing the rest of last week’s dishes, and hitting the gym for another round of my optimistically cosplay related workout routine of trying to get some definition in my arms before I dress up as a genderswapped version of Bane (which reminds me, I didn’t do my twenty-five pushups yesterday). But tomorrow… Tomorrow I have a very specific task to complete: read a comic book in public. And you should seriously consider putting it on your to-do list as well, and maybe even sending us some pictures. Here’s why!
I have an ambition that involves not actually leaving the house at all tomorrow, but if I fail in that effort, I shall do this.
Some of my favorite pictures of myself are from Read Comics in Public Day two years ago.
If I wasn’t supposed to devour you right now, what were you doing sitting there so seductively on my kitchen table as I worked mere inches away from you? Your beautiful, brown skin and undulating curves proved irresistible, and once my lips touched your soft parts, there was no stopping me.
I hope you’ll agree that what we had together was beautiful, if short-lived and destined for tragedy.
"And" is the bastard step-child of the score to A Chorus Line. Omitted from the original cast recording, cut from the film… I was thrilled to hear it would finally be recorded as part of the 2006 revival’s cast recording… only to find it was left off the general release, only offered to eMusic subscribers as a bonus track.
It’s not an important enough piece of music to make me want to sign up for the service, so I forgot about it, until today when it fell into my lap.