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I sort of have a thing for the plague of our generation that is aging rock and roll stars recording albums of standards/showtunes.
So how did I miss Art Garfunkel’s before now?
William Finn on Republicans.
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!
Totally unrelated to my last post here and entirely related to the most recent post on Fuck Yeah Stephen Sondheim, one of my favorite “batshit crazy reinterpretations of a classic showtune” tracks ever is The Weather Girls singing “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair” from South Pacific.
Debbie Shapiro Gravitte sings “Big Fat Heart,” cut from Seesaw. (Recorded on Lost in Boston III.)
There are only 27 people following Fuck Yeah Dorothy Fields and that is not acceptable.
This may come out more condescending than intended, but I just love hearing British people earnestly singing American showtunes.
I saw a production of Parade last night put on by the MFA students in the Brown University/Trinity Rep consortium. There was a lot to like about the production (and a lot that’s forgivable in that way one forgives students for taking risks with shows that one would never take in a production that needed to make money and/or run).
But one thing I definitely came away with was a renewed appreciation for the skill and artistry of Carolee Carmello. It seems like all of Lucille’s music is written exactly at the “break” between chest and head voice, but I never noticed that on the recording because Carolee is just that good.
No Strings is an underappreciated score. And No Strings: An After Theatre Version is a fabulous supper-club rendition of the score. Here’s my favorite song from that album, La Vern Baker’s shouty, growly “Loads of Love.”
When I was in college, I was privileged to take a class on Gender and Performance with Holly Hughes (she of the NEA Four). We bonded over our mutual love for this score, so now whenever I hear one of these songs, my mind immediately jumps to Clit Notes.
You ever just inexplicably get “Elliot Garfield Grant” from The Goodbye Girl stuck in your head? No? Just me?
I’ve been listening to Christmas music for a couple of weeks, but I think the Christmas season really kicked off today for me when I pulled A Broadway Christmas out of the binder and gave it a spin.
This is the opening number, “Be A Santa,” from Subways Are For Sleeping performed by the late, great Michelle Nicastro and the not-as-mysterious-as-he-thinks-he-is Guy Haines.
