Our numbers had dwindled down this week. Were people stunned by the sudden outburst of spring? Getting in line early for their favorite beef jerky stand at the Lilac Festival? Who knows. But we had just enough personnel to sing some trios from Les Misérables.
Your correspondent, though she finds it hard in some circles to admit this, has not always appreciated Les Mis. This can be blamed in part on her childhood best friend, who after her NKOTB phase launched straightaway, without pause for breath, into a Les Mis phase, in which only this soundtrack graced her tape player (yes, tape player. I am that old). I, for my part, dreamed of a world *without* a "Castle on a Cloud".
Now this crusty curmudgeon has had her heart softened (maybe even melted!), by what we're not quite sure (perhaps someone wanted to bake with it?) (ew), and can enjoy hitherto unknown delights such as Love at First Sight, Unrequited Love, and Selfless Self-Sacrifice. Ok, that last one she knew something about before. But anyway, all this makes musicals like Les Mis much more enjoyable!
Our valiant Marius had to put up with 2 Cosettes, 2 Eponines, and they kept switching. Not to mention all that French, and the changing words… a heart full of you…oh crap, love…
We also enjoyed a performance of the doll song from Les Contes d'Hoffmann. "What do dolls sing about?" I wondered. Turns out, same as everyone else. Love, love, love. But this thought got me thinking…do androids dream of electric sheep? etc… what if Rutger Hauer were to sing "A Little Fall of Rain"…?
Oh, and I almost forgot this.
Good night, my sweet ones, good night.
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