I expect that Hell is a lot like the song ‘Shipoopi’, and the ride down is a lot like the syncopated ‘Rock Island’ sales patter on the train in the opening. And I’m not fond of ‘Marian the Librarian’ song either (DUM-da-doob-ba-da-DUM-da-doob-ba-da). ‘Gary Indiana’ is merely a bit irritating like when an onion ring gets in your eye and spins around real fast. A hot onion ring. With tabasco on it. But then it’s supposed to be irritating when sung by the lisping and off key Winthrop (played by Clint Howard’s prettier but dumber brother who has no Tranya).
BTW, happyfeet, West Side Story was my first, at age 6, and in a quiet pause in the first act I said QUITE out loud, “LOOK MOMMY, ITS IN LIVING COLOR!” I think Carol Lawrence had to stifle a laugh.
I watched this awhile back and wanted to throttle Ms. Librarian for being such a sap. Even after she finds out he’s a con man, she covers for him.
And no, the sweet love of a goodhearted librarian isn’t going to turn a sociopath into an honest man. Criminy, I don’t know how many women have ruined their lives by thinking they can love a broken man into wholeness.
When I was an assistant for our school’s production of the play, I utterly failed to detect the flaw in the logic, even though the girl who played Marion got a hot crush on the guy that played Harold Hill, and he had nothing but disdain for her. I ran into him a year ago at a local theater, as the actors stood in the lobby to greet the audience after the play. He didn’t recognize my mom and me, despite the fact that he’d grown up right around the corner from our house and had attended church and school with me (a year ahead) for a good decade.
Well I’m sorry. I do mildly appreciate the attempt to use ‘carrion’ in a song rhyme while in the context of the drama wooing someone.
Once I hear that DUM-da-doob-ba-da-DUM-da-doob-ba-da though, I have to run away, afraid I’ll be crushed by the legs of the giant cartoon pantomime elephant being ridden by a singing cowboy. I have an intense irrational fear of dying accidentally in a variety show act gone wrong.
Also getting people to purchase instruments and uniforms that WORK while pretending to be a music instructor is not that big of a con. See what you do is, you don’t pay the guy for the music instruction, and you put an add in the paper for a real music instructor and you make use of the uniforms and instruments and that’s that. I mean it’s certainly disappointing, but not really much of a scam as scams go. It’s much better than selling snake oil or magical talismans, smash n’ grab, extortion, or just grifting them when they are alone in the park. Or Hill could even find a music instructor if the town is too lazy to see to it themselves in consideration for them buying a mess of stuff from him.
that was the second musical I ever saw after fiddler
the white peeps are evil – no limit nigga
I expect that Hell is a lot like the song ‘Shipoopi’, and the ride down is a lot like the syncopated ‘Rock Island’ sales patter on the train in the opening. And I’m not fond of ‘Marian the Librarian’ song either (DUM-da-doob-ba-da-DUM-da-doob-ba-da). ‘Gary Indiana’ is merely a bit irritating like when an onion ring gets in your eye and spins around real fast. A hot onion ring. With tabasco on it. But then it’s supposed to be irritating when sung by the lisping and off key Winthrop (played by Clint Howard’s prettier but dumber brother who has no Tranya).
Marion was Charlie Chaplin’s champion. Jeff’s pop says it figures too, if sadder but wiser counts for anything at all.
Yes, Days gone By. Obummer is no Henry Hill, yet the Tea Party is indeed like a Pool Hall.
If only we could find 76 Back Bones in the GOP, with 110 communists in the gaol…
BTW, happyfeet, West Side Story was my first, at age 6, and in a quiet pause in the first act I said QUITE out loud, “LOOK MOMMY, ITS IN LIVING COLOR!” I think Carol Lawrence had to stifle a laugh.
Mashups: old-style, older style, and, not a mashup at all
I watched this awhile back and wanted to throttle Ms. Librarian for being such a sap. Even after she finds out he’s a con man, she covers for him.
And no, the sweet love of a goodhearted librarian isn’t going to turn a sociopath into an honest man. Criminy, I don’t know how many women have ruined their lives by thinking they can love a broken man into wholeness.
When I was an assistant for our school’s production of the play, I utterly failed to detect the flaw in the logic, even though the girl who played Marion got a hot crush on the guy that played Harold Hill, and he had nothing but disdain for her. I ran into him a year ago at a local theater, as the actors stood in the lobby to greet the audience after the play. He didn’t recognize my mom and me, despite the fact that he’d grown up right around the corner from our house and had attended church and school with me (a year ahead) for a good decade.
Looks like he never got over himself.
Sad.
That said, I’ve got connections with the biggest Barbershop Quartet org in North America. You want a quartet?
I know a guy who can get you one anywhere, anytime. Just say the word.
And I’m not fond of ‘Marian the Librarian’ song either…
“Pick-a-little, talk-a-little, pick-a-little, talk-a-little, cheep, cheep, cheep…”
Eulalie Dicentrie Shinn it is, then.
“Pick-a-little, talk-a-little, pick-a-little, talk-a-little, cheep, cheep, cheep…”
Well I’m sorry. I do mildly appreciate the attempt to use ‘carrion’ in a song rhyme while in the context of the drama wooing someone.
Once I hear that DUM-da-doob-ba-da-DUM-da-doob-ba-da though, I have to run away, afraid I’ll be crushed by the legs of the giant cartoon pantomime elephant being ridden by a singing cowboy. I have an intense irrational fear of dying accidentally in a variety show act gone wrong.
Also getting people to purchase instruments and uniforms that WORK while pretending to be a music instructor is not that big of a con. See what you do is, you don’t pay the guy for the music instruction, and you put an add in the paper for a real music instructor and you make use of the uniforms and instruments and that’s that. I mean it’s certainly disappointing, but not really much of a scam as scams go. It’s much better than selling snake oil or magical talismans, smash n’ grab, extortion, or just grifting them when they are alone in the park. Or Hill could even find a music instructor if the town is too lazy to see to it themselves in consideration for them buying a mess of stuff from him.
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The theme of Love Conquers All (related theme, love of a good woman reforms man) is ubiquitous.
On those occasions that it appears true in real life, one finds the man was really rebellious or wild rather than actually bad
I know I’m out of the contemporary music scene, because I can look at the Sunset Strip Music Festival line-up and not recognize one name.
There as only one name that I recognize Darleen
I recognize 3. I think we have established a temporal a gradient.
75. No need for sorry. I always go refill my sasparilla when the movie Shipoopis.
76. Trombones.
77. Sunset Strip.
78. Cha-Cha.
Heh. By coincidence I picked up this movie and “My Fair Lady” (in VHS) at a yard sale last week. I’ve hugely enjoyed both.
But musically I drifted back even further. The Andrews Sisters are hot!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qafnJ6mRbgk
A bit off topic but maybe I’d like modern movies better if my generation had our own Charles Laughton.
Salt Lick
I grew up listening to my parents’ swing record collection.
Once in a while, hubby and I grab some time and go here.
That place could only be more awesome if it were in black and white, Darleen. ;-) Good for you that you’ve got it nearby.
We lived in New Orleans for many years and first got the feel for swing, jazz down there. It really takes me away from these awful, dystopian times.
And it’s “cool” to sometimes hear what’s “groovy” is very old:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6j9gzILItM
“Forget it, Hon. That man could make change for a nine dollar bill – in threes.”