Speaking of pearls (poils), there’s nothing quite like the Goldwyn Girls to liven things up.
I love that it’s a strip tease, but for different reasons…
Posted in Friday, tagged dance, Guys and Dolls, musical theater, pearls, strip tease, Take Back Your Mink, The Goldwyn Girls on July 13, 2012| 2 Comments »
Speaking of pearls (poils), there’s nothing quite like the Goldwyn Girls to liven things up.
I love that it’s a strip tease, but for different reasons…
Posted in Music Monday, tagged 91.9 WMUA, Al Carmines, Alice Playten, bravado, Capricous and Fickle, María Irene Fornés, musical theater, Promenade, schmaltz, show tunes, singing, unrequited love on April 23, 2012| 4 Comments »
The other day in the car, I was listening to one of our local indie radio stations (yes, I know it’s quaint to listen to the radio) and this song came on and hit me over the head like a ton of bricks. How could it not? It’s crazy and bold and unusual and annoying and entrancing and her voice, well, it’s powerful and clear and schmaltzy and beautiful and perfect for musical theater and it draws me right in. I had to look it up on the playlist when I got home because its title wasn’t announced by the time I got out of the car. And if you think wiki qualifies as research, I did a tiny bit of that, too, just to be fair to the writers. I think it’s a brilliant song.
Yes, Hubby and Violet have finally made it back from China, both in all pieces, meaning each in one piece, at 2 this morning. It was high time.
No one seemed to read my post the other day. I swear, on my stats page, not one hit. What’s up with that? But if you do read it, it sort of makes this Music Monday more of a twofer, as they say in FM-radio parlance, but also, that means it should be posted on a Tuesday. But this isn’t FM radio, you dig? so I’m still in like Flynn.
Posted in Music Monday, tagged Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, music, musical theater, Rodgers and Hammerstein, seasons, show tunes, song, spring on March 21, 2011| 1 Comment »
Good Music Monday to you. Today, it’s It Might as Well Be Spring, music and lyrics by Rodgers and Hammerstein.
The crocuses were starting to open in yesterday’s full burst of sun, but they are tightly bundled against today’s continuing snowfall. It’s pretty cozy inside my house, but Sinatra’s voice makes me pine for something more.
I couldn’t find an adequate and free-to-link-to recording (or video) of Sinatra doing this song, so this Music Monday, you’ll have to troll around teh interwebs and find your own. I love Sinatra’s version the best, with Ella Fitzgerald running a close second. I couldn’t find Nina Simone doing it, but my guess is she, too, would do it justice.
The song generally seems to be presented as a saccharin confection; take for instance, Shirley Jones’, Julie Andrews’, or Andy Williams’ renditions. If I had heard one of those first, I might have dismissed the song as fluffy and escapist; it is after all from the 1945 musical “State Fair,” and though I have never seen it, I can guess at its sentiments.
Until you can find a recording of it, here are the lyrics. Beautiful really. Who writes songs like this any more?
It Might as Well Be Spring
Rodgers and Hammerstein
I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I’m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I’d say that I had Spring fever
But I know it isn’t Spring
I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
When it isn’t even Spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl I’ve yet to meet
I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be Spring
It might as well be spring
Posted in Music Monday, Video, tagged Helen Hills Hills Chapel, Mary Poppins, musical theater, Northampton MA, shape note, show tunes, singing, Smith College, The Sacred Harp on February 21, 2011| 5 Comments »
You would think that after serving as Production Manager for my daughter’s 7th-Grade production of “Mary Poppins,” I would post “Jolly Holiday” or “Steppin’ Time.” Not so, me laddies and lassies. While I loved being around the students and their play, my head rang with the phrase and accompanying tune of “A British Bank” far too often. For the last six, intensively busy weeks, I have not been able to attend my weekly Sacred Harp sing. Every Tuesday night, from 7-10 pm in Northampton, MA at the Helen Hills Hills Chapel (the chapel so nice, they named it twice), a group gathers to sing from “The Sacred Harp.” This is the longest stretch I’ve gone in the last 6 1/2 years without singing on a Tuesday night.
Here’s a fine example of a song from The Sacred Harp led by David Ivey of Alabama.
I still don’t understand what “the third Heaven where God resides” is. Anybody?