I have never been to the theater. I have never wanted to go. I do not walk around my house singing show tunes (like some of my BFFs) I much prefer a good Sox game or Bulls game to a room full of gay men and melodramatic women singing "I Feel Pretty." Or so I thought.
This weekend I saw "WICKED" in Chicago. Wow. It was really good. There. I said it. I enjoyed the theater. The cast was amazingly talented. I had no idea people could sing like that. I guess I figured those who could had albums and those who couldn't, well, did theater. I do have to add that I was cursing the entire Communications Dept at Calvin College. Could I just go and enjoy the story and the music and the costumes? Nope. I had to disect the entire show for hidden Biblical references and Christian themes and metaphors. (Found a bunch of 'em. Thanks for asking.) I could now write a paper on "Culturally Relevant Religious Themes in Wicked" that Prof. Schultze would be proud of.
So now I have let loose with a few bars of "Popular" and even taught Greta "Tomorrow" this morning. Yes, I do realize it's from "Annie". That's the only other show tune I know. DO NOT volunteer to teach me more. This is already a shock to my system. I am off to practice my jazz hands.
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