tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52118333978793855822024-02-20T08:24:30.034-08:00Blog! the musicalScott&Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13761305556084373751noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-60652707403732535392010-02-03T08:02:00.000-08:002010-02-03T08:05:20.643-08:00American Psyco? Really?The follwing is not written by me or Gina. It is a for serious article about a real project. There better be interpretive Dancing.<br /><br /><em>American Psycho</em> stage musical in the works<br />Last Updated: Wednesday, February 3, 2010 9:00 AM ET <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/arts/theatre/story/2010/02/03/american-psycho-musical.html#socialcomments">Comments1</a><a title="Recommend this story" onclick="CBC.APP.PLUCK.Article.recommend(this,'2000347855');return false;" href="http://www.cbc.ca/arts/theatre/story/2010/02/03/american-psycho-musical.html#">Recommend5</a><br />The Associated Press<br /><br /><br />If the malevolent Sweeney Todd can sing, why not Patrick Bateman, the twisted title character of Bret Easton Ellis's American Psycho?<br />A stage adaptation of Ellis's celebrated novel about a handsome, homicidal Wall Street banker is in the works.<br /><br />The musical will feature a score by Spring Awakening composer Duncan Sheik and a book by playwright Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, currently writing for the HBO television series Big Love.<br />Sheik said Tuesday in a statement that he had reread Ellis's novel and "what some people (including myself) may have seen as an over-the-top literary folly of the early '90s was in fact a pretty timeless tale of alienation.<br /><br />"And, really, what could be more subversive fun than murderous bankers breaking into song?"<br />Christian Bale starred as Bateman in a 2000 film version of the novel.<br />There is no word on when or where the stage show will open.<br /><br />The musical is to be produced by the Johnson-Roessler Company's David Johnson, Craig Roessler and Jesse Singer as well as by Aaron Ray of The Collective, a management and production company, and Nate Bolotin of XYZ Films.Read more: <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/arts/theatre/story/2010/02/03/american-psycho-musical.html#ixzz0eUOe3QC6">http://www.cbc.ca/arts/theatre/story/2010/02/03/american-psycho-musical.html#ixzz0eUOe3QC6</a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-8146791113091211522010-01-24T19:21:00.001-08:002010-01-24T19:21:55.767-08:00RATS!Thank you Paul for this one:<br /><br />"Rats" It's a lot like "Cats" but more about the Bubonic Plague.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-23428732892808814602010-01-13T17:43:00.001-08:002010-01-13T17:44:43.498-08:00Broke the PatternJust wanted to add that We've broken our 5 fewer than last month posting pattern already. Take that short term interest in things like blogging.<br /><br />Hey...I used to have a livejournal. Now THAT's a great subject for a musical!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-14874930050195247452010-01-11T05:15:00.001-08:002010-01-13T17:42:28.906-08:00Catcher in the RyeSo what if J.D. Salinger won't release the rights to <em>Catcher in the Rye </em>for the book to be made a movie, or heck, even a book on tape? I am certain he'd love hearing Holden sing and Dance! I can't think of a better book to musical than this classic tale of angst and depression. I'm thinking Hip Hop/Ranting like "In The Heights."<br /><br /><br /><br />Tracklist:<br /><em>Allie's Mitt </em>(Holden)<br /><em>Ackley Kid, You're Crummy </em>(Holden and Ackley)<br /><em>Sleep Tight Ya' Morons! </em>(Holden)<br /><em>Baby, You Gotta Pay Twice for</em> <em>Talk </em>(Old Sunny and Maurice)<br /><em>Terrific Liar</em> (Holden)<br /><em>Fly Away Ballet</em> (Holden and the Ducks)<br /><br />I'm sure there's some more in there, but it's grading time for this semester. <br />Maybe I'll make a musical of the papers I read!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-15269890881423105342010-01-09T12:58:00.001-08:002010-01-10T13:05:52.294-08:00Bondage!A musical based on W. Somerset Maugham's novel, <em>Of Human Bondage</em><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm not sure this will get quite the audience we want, but as long as the tickets sell, who cares?<br /><br /><br /><br />Tracklist<br /><br /><em>90-Years-Young: The Dead Mother Song. </em><br /><em>I Limp Because I Love</em><br /><em>Mildred</em><br /><em>Mildred (Reprise)</em><br /><em>My Cougar</em><br /><em>Mildred (Reprise 2)</em><br /><em>Death</em><br /><em></em><br />Well, that's what I got out of the book anyhow.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-42214743457854606112009-12-28T11:30:00.000-08:002009-12-28T10:59:40.210-08:00Little Orphan LohannieToday, this <a href="http://www.okmagazine.com/2009/12/lindsay-lohans-love-life-heats-up-amid-family-feud/">article </a>was at the top of my celebrity trash news and I thought, "do people still care?" Apparently, the answer is "yes, they do." So why not make it a musical?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVK3E7uPpyEkNFg70lbuAZSUdyrEEbYaAoPWpDunN2tPYFY2o9Qa_WS8HPcffFT3cl1RmfCPQ63JgZU3NPeHxuVWchK90QVlgG8qSwx2xqTxwFwe3Cte0jUwsXSdgDIa_au4-qEcbeNDH/s1600-h/Lindsay_Lohan%2520-%25201%2520-%2520Just_My_Luck.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420315641661701106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVK3E7uPpyEkNFg70lbuAZSUdyrEEbYaAoPWpDunN2tPYFY2o9Qa_WS8HPcffFT3cl1RmfCPQ63JgZU3NPeHxuVWchK90QVlgG8qSwx2xqTxwFwe3Cte0jUwsXSdgDIa_au4-qEcbeNDH/s200/Lindsay_Lohan%2520-%25201%2520-%2520Just_My_Luck.jpg" /></a><br />The true story of Actress/Singer/Designer/Hot Mess/Paparazzi Target<br /><br /><div>Lindsay Lohan. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>For lack of wanting to spend too much time researching Lindsay Lohan, this musical will actually follow the plot of that other little redhead, Annie. Beginning with the director calling the final "That's a Wrap" for the filming of <em>The Parent Trap</em> remake. Eleven-Year-Old Lohan sings Annie's opening number "Maybe." Instead, however, of being about her parents, she's singing about her career. When she realizes that the Disney Corporation owns her soul, she sings "It's Hard Knock Life."</div><div>.</div><div></div><div>Former CEO of Disney, Michael Eisner takes over the musical at this point, singing "Little Girls" as he produces and takes Lohan through the filming of <em>Freaky Friday</em>, <em>Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen </em>and <em>Herbie: Reloaded</em>. </div><div>.</div><div></div><div>Intermission</div><div>.</div><div></div><div>After a short scene/montage of Lohan's rise to teenage stardom with a more commercial <em>Mean Girls</em>, she, Tina Fey, Amanda Seyfried, and Rachael McAdams sing "I think I'm Gonna Like it Here." Unfortunately, by the end of the song, Lohan is left alone with the other three women go on to continued Hollywood and personal success. She reprises <em>It's a Hard Knock Life</em> while binge drinking and getting into car accidents. Her ultimate low point comes with singing a drunken "I Don't Need Anything But You" to the only copy of her music album, <em>Speak</em>, that was sold...to herself.</div><div>.</div><div></div><div>The Paparazzi enter the stage singing a reprise of "Little Girls" as all the headlines, mugshots, and bad fashion photos flood the stage, leaving Lohan in a heap at the end of the stage. </div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-11128476021357291222009-12-26T16:29:00.000-08:002009-12-26T16:46:14.714-08:00American Mall:December 26th<div align="justify">With musicals about so many fantastical things, it's time to celebrate the mundane. Much in the way the impressionists wanted to document not the extraordinary and royal, but the normal life, I believe it is time for a musical that celebrates something most Americans have experienced on year or another: the mall on December 26th. </div><div align="justify">.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The day after Christmas, shopping shifts from the frantic, yet caring hustle and bustle to a self-centered nightmare of returns. Who knew the birth of the savor could change the nature of the crowds in just one day off spent with family? While I did not actually leave my house today, there have been years where I have braved the mall, armed with gift receipts and sweaters I'll never wear (Note: the only return I have this year is a sweater whose sleeves are comically short...damn you long arms). I think the best way to get through this day if you happen to be working retail, is to buck up and think about this new American classic musical: December 26th!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Tracklist:</div><div align="justify"><em>This Line is Better than This Gift </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Can't Believe They Thought I'd Like This (Teenager's Lament) </em></div><div align="justify"><em>No Receipt, No Return</em> </div><div align="justify"><em>What the Fuck do I want with Store Credit? </em></div><div align="justify"><em>2 Blenders </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Because I'm Not 8 Anymore (Why I Don't Want the Mickey Mouse Mittens)</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Pleated Pant Plie</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Ungrateful Motherfuckers (sung by Santa) </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Who Knows the Meaning of Kwanzaa/Boxing Day Anyhow? </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I'm thinking it's going to be a new holiday tradition, no? </div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-49140629223063081112009-12-15T18:33:00.000-08:002009-12-15T18:35:12.771-08:00Horror<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIgzbbHVvzwLLoMa-MDsJK6jzHjKu7Duf02KWKcY8utgRfF6urqfoI33TsimodG1-kNpxlVvL7nemghtNnprp-Z7slYNTPClyvFY7XRHF_BSQft-hUOIGnqHTqMfNQu0UmStE36JAdJ-P/s1600-h/kitten.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415656849736848626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIgzbbHVvzwLLoMa-MDsJK6jzHjKu7Duf02KWKcY8utgRfF6urqfoI33TsimodG1-kNpxlVvL7nemghtNnprp-Z7slYNTPClyvFY7XRHF_BSQft-hUOIGnqHTqMfNQu0UmStE36JAdJ-P/s400/kitten.bmp" /></a> This is the next <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">villain</span> for a musical I write. Horrifying.<br /><div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-20997895486416933362009-12-09T20:07:00.000-08:002009-12-09T20:13:09.523-08:00Awkward Family Photos - the Musical based on the popular website.Because there's just too many great stories <a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/">there</a>.<br /><br />Also to come: <a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/">Cake Wrecks </a>on Ice and the <a href="http://www.awkwardboners.com/">Awkward Boner </a>Opera.<br /><br />When this week is over I am sure I'll have some time to elaborate on some of my favorite entries.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-63627033627112826852009-12-05T11:45:00.000-08:002009-12-05T12:33:35.980-08:00Once Upon A Christmas: Updated<div align="justify">Apparently I need to set myself some time limits or deadlines for this puppy. I'm letting myself get all otherwise occupied and slacking on my blogging. While I know I mostly just write to amuse myself (and hopefully Gina, Meb, Cate, Ryan and Sunny), it's good to set some sort of blogging post standard, no? Methinks a monthly quota would work well. 10 a month? Too ambitious? too lazy? I think it'll do for now. I'm sure I'll change it when feeling uninspired. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Today rather than come up with a new soundtrack to a book, movie, or birth control product that shouldn't be sung about, I'm going to rewrite the plot to a soundtrack. What can I say, I'm living on the edge.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Maybe it's the turning of the calender to December, or the 25 snowflakes that just drifter by my window before melting on the ground, or maybe it's just my sense of nostalgia that hit me after driving by my childhood home yesterday, but I'm feeling a little Christmasy today. Despite growing up North of the Mason Dixon Line, my family always used to listen to the Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton album "Once Upon a Christmas" every year. Now, I know this is from a TV special years ago, but I've never seen it, so I'm going to just invent the plot for myself. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411843681288191250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpWdmf1eINIYf2mBEdvM2ItQhKjk4GxYIgTdFNa8MPwLfQcMdtUADtQ6jRjkmNjVJLd0mzLDjW1o2PvAK7GUrkGo8K3UXqfJ5lxT4PephPDltobwqTu8AcX04kICYZEcThPZqKi0qtG8T/s400/Once-upon-a-christmas.png" /></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Updated TV Special: </span><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Once Upon a Christmas</span> </em></p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Cast of Characters:</strong></span></p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;">Dolly Parton</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;">Kenny Rogers</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;">That Reindeer</span> </div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;">Police Officer</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;">Candy Striper</span> </div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Plot:</strong></span> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">The album opens with electric guitars, Kenny and Dolly wailing away to "I Believe in Santa Claus." I'd like to see a bruised Kenny in a leg cast and an arm sling, explaining how the Santa at the mall beat the shit out of him for telling a kid he wasn't real. This upbeat anthem to the man in the red coat can easily be seen as a regretful lament by the injured Kenny as be rues the day he stopped believing in the Santa and his steel-toed black boots. </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">Dolly, coming to his side sings a combo of "Winter Wonderland" and "Sleigh Ride" as she bundles up and loads Kenny onto a sled, pulling him against his will through a blustery snowy field. At the end of the ride, they run into the reindeer, who, for fun, has rabies. The reindeer attacks the two lovebirds. Unable to cut the reindeer's head off, Dolly manages to attach a wreath of sleigh bells around his neck so they will at least know when he is coming back for more ("I'll Be Home With Bells On"). </p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">NOTE: I realize how unrealistic it may be to imagine southerners going outside without a gun, but please suspend your disbelief for that part of the plot to work.</span> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">As Dolly and Kenny sit in their quarantined hospital room, being given their rabies shots, they sing the split screen duet "Christmas Without You," followed by a weary "A Christmas to Remember," complete with a thorough, albeit short montage of the plot thus far. </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">As a candy stripper comes into Dolly's room she begs her for some morphine to ease the physical and emotional pain (and guilt) she is feeling. As by the end of "Hard Candy Christmas," Dolly will be totally addicted to morphine. She sings the final "I'll be fine..." while strung-out and shaking. </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">The storyline slips back to Kenny. A police officer has brought him the head of the rabid reindeer. Coddling it, Rogers sings "The Greatest Gift of All." The Original lyrics seem to suggest the song is about togetherness and love. the lyrics will be slightly modified, however, to be about revenge, blood, and rabies. Kenny will hold the head of the deer and laugh maniacally. </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">As the credits roll on a drugged up Dolly Parton and bitter Kenny Rogers, the final tune, "Once Upon a Christmas," Will really recap the plot in case any viewers tuned in after the show started and/or missed the montage three songs ago. </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">I, for one, would Tevo that shit and watch it again and again as I decorated the tree, baked cookies, and wrapped gifts. </p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-36694110347041096132009-11-22T17:26:00.000-08:002009-11-22T17:30:30.602-08:00Arrogant, Albeit Sassy HeadlineI know it's old, but I have to give props to <a href="http://www.jonandal.com/silence.html"><em>Silence</em></a>! Sure it's an idea Gina and I have had for years, but it's still worth our respect, particulalry when done with <a href="http://www.jonandal.com/movies.html">Legos</a>.<br /><br />"Put The Fucking Lotion In The Basket" really is one of the best musical songs of our age.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-62200858726251887802009-11-22T16:58:00.000-08:002009-11-22T17:23:32.969-08:00Sophie!I have an odd habit of comparing decisions to <em>Sophie's Choice. </em>Cheerios or Chex? Unscented or Woodspice Deodorant? Blue Tie or Plaid Tie? All these questions seem very difficult, much like Sophie's decision about which child to send straight to the crematorium. Daily I feel like Meryl Streep in the flashback scenes. I yell out the decisions, and when asked about them later, I need to be totally wasted to utter a single word about it. I hope that turning this haunting film into a musical comedy will allow me to deal with my pain in a slightly more socially acceptable manner.<br /><br />I just can't wait to hear "Take my daughter" belted with a troupe of fellow new comers to the camp dance by.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-30304344658461963342009-11-17T20:43:00.000-08:002009-11-17T20:04:40.408-08:00Yaz: A Jazz Musical About Birth Control<strong>YAZ!</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Nu7lyWE5Q1vvweAYo_4j38LHbnJgNw954oxTvWyFMlleCFsiDTL8PLevmTYxzFbbxFrND9o80BCTTipM7oMDGu8ifFXSprLDYqmuN9GgfUqatyDX_3Bh5hsig8onz0LBkFg6Jt01ElBf/s1600/yaz-pill-pack.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405288017900400322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Nu7lyWE5Q1vvweAYo_4j38LHbnJgNw954oxTvWyFMlleCFsiDTL8PLevmTYxzFbbxFrND9o80BCTTipM7oMDGu8ifFXSprLDYqmuN9GgfUqatyDX_3Bh5hsig8onz0LBkFg6Jt01ElBf/s320/yaz-pill-pack.jpg" /></a><br />Because it is about time for a musical about birth control and FDA restrictions.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Character List: </strong><br /><ul><li>Yazmine (Yaz)</li><li>Officer F.D.Admin</li><li>Dr. Healthy-Vag, MD </li><li>The Uterus Girls </li><li>An Ensemble of Sperm.</li></ul><br /><br /><p><strong>Act I</strong></p>During the overture a ballet of sperm begins to overtake the stage. Incidentally, the stage is circular, set up for the show to be done in the round. The ensemble of sperm come through the aisles in the house, but they are stopped by Yazmine, "Yaz," as she begins belting out her first notes (<em>Not</em> <em>In My House, Sperm</em>).<br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Yaz then goes into a quick musical explanation of how the birth control works. "I'm gonna trick you, lady/ You'll think your preggers, maybe/ You're gonna have a baby/Naw, it's just me," she sings (<em>Not Pregnant</em>). </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Next comes the thickening of the cervical mucus. Yaz sings her way around the stage scatting to En Vogue (<em>Never</em> <em>Gonna Get It</em>). Just as she finishes building the wall, the sperm retaliate. As they begin to break down the barrier, Yaz belts out for help from the lining of the uterus. Instantly she is joined by a Spice Girls-like troupe of women all kicking and beating down the Sperm (<em>Fetus Killer</em>). "No Y chromosomes come near/Baby's not meant for here/I wanna get laid/ But no sperm can invade/My egg." </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Just when things seem to be going well for Yaz, however, Dr. Healthy-Vag and Officer Admin enter the stage. They overtake the Uterus Girls and circle Yaz, accusing her (<em>The Fugue of the Misleading Ad</em>). Eventually Dr. Healthy-Vag and Officer Admin drag Yaz off stage to end Act I. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>Act II </strong></div><br /><div align="justify">The Act begins with Yaz sitting on her cot in jail, sickly. She spends the first 40 minutes or so of the act singing and explaining herself as Officer Admin looks on (<em>Beyond Birth Control</em>). It's pretty much a Jazz ballad of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EO-G8O0lHq0&feature=related">this ad</a>. You know which one I mean. Just as she is gaining some self confidence after explaining all the possible side effects, including anxiety, bloating, and depression, Yaz is met once more by Dr. H-V. MD. He Allows the Sperm Ensemble, now dressed in suits, into the cell and they all begin to sing (<em>The Lawsuit Dropkick Do-Wop</em>). By the end of this upbeat boggie, Yaz is exhausted and left in a crumpled mess on the floor as she laments (<em>The Recall</em>) and dies.</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-2473185289541281202009-11-15T20:12:00.000-08:002009-11-15T20:32:48.814-08:00Better Taglines<div align="justify">Because a local theatre is doing the show and I only know that one song, "Astonishing," I thought I'd get the <em>Little Women</em> soundtrack out of the library. The tag line on the front of the CD jacket makes me a little ashamed for the producers. "Sutton Foster in Little Women the Musical," it reads, "also staring Maurine McGovern as Marmee." Here's the part that really gets me though. At the bottom of the cover, under the <a href="http://www.site.pelajiaproductions.com/images/littlewomenprogramlogo.jpg">logo </a>(which is weird enough) is this cute saying "Six generations have read this story. This one will sing it."<br /><br />I like to think about everything that way. so what if you're read it? I made it into a musical!<br /><br />So tonight, instead of writing my own original new horrible musical, I'm thinking of better tag lines for <em>Little Women the musical</em>.<br /><br /></div><ol><li><div align="justify">Just be thankful we didn't adapt <em>Little Men.</em></div></li><li><div align="justify">Winona Rider: singing, dancing, and stealing (our hearts)! </div></li><li><div align="justify">We don't get why Maureen McGovern is doing this either, but let's give her another song</div></li><li><div align="justify">Poverty's never been so fun to sing about so long as you ignore Les Miserables</div></li><li><div align="justify">A reminder that corporal punishment is something to sing about</div></li><li><div align="justify">Uhhh....why not? </div></li><li><div align="justify">Too many sisters to makes sense of in two hours</div></li><li><div align="justify">Find out if Jo or Laurie wears the pants (literally and metaphorically) </div></li><li><div align="justify">See Alcott's life as she always wished it would be: sung, danced, and married. </div></li><li><div align="justify">Seriously. </div></li></ol><div align="justify">I'm just afraid if I go see the production I'm going to laugh at inappropriate times.</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-29607142651360686452009-11-12T11:45:00.000-08:002009-11-12T11:47:24.169-08:00Awe/Fright.<div><a href="http://www.barackula.com/">I'm sorry, but what? </a></div><div>Obama as a vampire. </div>This is almost as good as <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/12/03/prop-8---the-musical-jack_n_147997.html">Prop 8</a> the musical.<br /><a href="http://www.barackula.com/"></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-13130998190982751052009-11-10T20:21:00.000-08:002009-11-10T20:38:24.328-08:00Cirque du Awesome<div>You know what's cool? Cirque du Soleil. </div><br /><div>You know what else is cool? Guernica. </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402697346809822322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1FO5-TyOXz3r4PMMwq9hr8WtQSIP9KlK8_M9B4WkYfn6yTWGJoPPzZ7Dbrrkv7I1996aU7BhKRRpaJFIzYZRPKMzbTc-NnvLYSGd9I21dPMKLuAnize7R8xb2hwr-LbVpYwsZAxWBImH/s320/PicassoGuernica.jpg" /><br /><div><em>Cirque</em> <em>du Guernica</em>! therefore, will be supercool. </div><div> </div><div align="justify">Imagine it: A troupe of clowns depicting the bulls. They come out and do their funny dances and what-have-you with horns glues to their heads. Just then, a flash of lights and the sound of bombs as the acrobats come out as the citizens. The trapeze artists, dressed as airplanes drop giant, over-sized prop bombs and the gore ensues. Dead clown-bulls and gymnasts just bleeding fantastical candy red blood all over the stage and first few rows of the audience. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Cirque du Soleil is already weird and artsy. I say let's make it political as well. It's about time for some Spanish Civil War in unitards. </div><br /><div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-18958323733907816922009-11-09T16:37:00.000-08:002009-11-09T20:33:41.867-08:00Oklahoma City!Let's continue our Oklahoma! series with <em>Oklahoma</em> <em>City</em>!<br /><br />Tracklist:<br /><ul><li>Hey Hey Hey, Timmy McVeigh</li><li>Waco was Whack-o; We Can Do Better</li><li>O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A!</li><li>A Traffic Violation </li><li>OKBOMB! - The Super-Secret, Super-Coded Investigation.</li><li>Nichols? Who's That? </li><li>I Am Not The Unibomber (Timmy's Last Words)</li></ul><p>Note: With all the Fort Hood stuff going on, it seems odd that we look back at things like this with such a desensitized hindsite. I think it might take 5 to 10 years. Perhaps this disclaimer is just making this post awkward. In that case, sorry, but hey, the world is awkward. </p><p></p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-55691684084013414992009-11-04T16:13:00.000-08:002009-11-04T16:38:14.759-08:00Cyc:The One-Eyed Monster Of A MusicalI've always wanted to write a Cyclops musical. I don't think it will be too hard since there are already a bunch of musicals with songs about eyes.<br /><br /><ul><li>Sarah Brown Eye (<em>Ragtime</em>)</li><li>Lily's Eye (<em>The Secret Garden</em>)</li><li>Can't Take My Eye Off Of You (<em>Jersey Boys</em>) </li><li>In His Eye (<em>Jekyll and Hyde</em>)</li><li>Eyesight To The Blind (<em>Tommy</em>)</li><li>Eye Look You're Last (<em>Hair</em>)</li></ul><p>If I need to I can even go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">into the</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">realm</span> of non musical songs about eyes: </p><ul><li>Hungry Eye (This one might be particularly good for a monster musical)</li><li>Eye of the Tiger </li><li>Blue Eye</li><li>Angel Eye </li><li>His Eye Is On The Sparrow </li></ul><p align="justify">So far I can't figure out much about the plot. Love story between <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cyclopses</span> is clear. Love triangle is most likely necessary as we have a Lilly and a Sarah. They could be lesbians, but after we produce <em>The Hours! </em>as a musical, I don't think it is wise to get too niche an audience. I also really like the idea of a romantic cyclops named Stan. He can love Sarah but be married to Lilly. He will also enjoy catching birds, or at least watching them. </p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-9291561806640763732009-11-02T18:05:00.000-08:002009-11-02T18:25:03.504-08:00PUSH It Real Good!Before the movie gets released this weekend, I want to propose the musical comedy version of <em>PUSH!</em> I sure know I can't think of anything funnier than Sapphire's novel about Precious and her unbelievably horrible youth. To keep to the style of the book, we will make this a one-woman show, just singing, birthing, healing and dancing out her story.<br /><br />While she hasn't committed yet, I am crossing my fingers for Beyonce to take on this project. Come on Ms. Knowles, you know you wanna.<br /><br /><br />Tracklist:<br /><ul><li>Muver </li><li>Daddy Baby-Daddy</li><li>Down With My Down Sinder </li><li>Slave 4 U (Borrowed from the Britany Spears Musical)</li><li>Daddy Baby Daddy 2</li><li>A Bird Is My Heart: An Interpretive Dance</li><li>Gots Me A Dialect That B Reel Tru, Albeit Inconsistant At Times </li></ul>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-87949960060401114532009-11-01T19:44:00.000-08:002009-11-01T19:51:58.029-08:00YeastCate sent me this <a href="http://leisureblogs.chicagotribune.com/the_theater_loop/2009/09/yeast-nation-floats-hilarious-in-a-chicago-primordial-sea-1.html">article </a>about the new musical, <em>Yeast Nation,</em> from the creators of <em>Urinetown</em>. Thanks for the tip off Cate. I am just glad I know what they are up to so I can start my work on <strong>MY</strong> yeast-themed musical: <em>Yeast Infection Land. </em>Because what's funnier, yeast or yeast and vaginas?<br /><br />That's what I thought.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-31418628516088843182009-10-31T16:35:00.000-07:002009-10-31T17:47:10.640-07:00Happy Halloween: The Hours!<div align="justify">For Halloween I though I would write a musical comedy that should really scare everyone: <em>The Hours!</em> a Musical Adaption of the 1999 Pulitzer Prize winning book and the 2003 film that confirmed what many people believed Nicole Kidman was being held back by Tom Cruise.<br /><em></em><br />YOU: Why is this the Halloween post?<br />ME: What's more frightening that AIDS and abandonment?<br />YOU: Good Point.<br /><br />Sure <em>RENT</em> probably already exists as <strong>the</strong> AIDS musical, but I think <em>The Hours!</em> will help fit more depression and abandonment into two hours of enjoyment. Besides, <em>The Hours! </em>is just the first in a whole season of AIDS-themed musical comedies including: <em>The Greg Louganis Story</em> and adaptations of <em>Angels in America</em> (<em>AIDS Angel) </em>and <em>Philadelphia</em> (<em>Philly!</em>). We're hoping Mario Lopez will be interested in the whole season.<br /><br />Tracklist:<br /><br /></div><ul><li>I Would Have Killed Myself If I Knew Nicole Kidman Would Win Awards For Wearing My Nose And Showing How Nuts I Was, Oh, Wait....I Did Kill Myself (Virginia) </li><li>Flowers (Virginia, Laura and Clarissa)</li><li>I Love Depressing and Pretentious Poems! (Clarissa) </li><li>Cake Time (Laura) </li><li>Mamma Can You Hear Me? (Young Richard and Dan)</li><li>Adoration, Isolation, Depression, Suicide (Richard and Clarissa) </li><li>Kitty's Tittys (Laura)</li><li>Menage a Trois (Richard, Louis, and Clarissa)</li><li>I Think I'm A Lesbo (Laura, Clarissa, Virginia)* </li><li>Cake Time II (Laura) </li><li>Reminder: People Win Awards For This Role (The TONY Award Hint Song) (Virginia and Ensemble)</li><li>The F-U-N in Funeral (Clarissa, Sally, Julia, and Laura)</li></ul><br />* Sung to the tune of "I Wanna Come Over" by Melissa Ethridge. Actually, the song is already written when you just replace "I wanna come over" with "I think I'm a Lesbo" in the refrain. See?<br /><br />LAURA: I know you're home, you left your light on<br />You know I'm here, the night is thin<br />I know you're alone, I watched the car leave<br />Your lover is gone, let me in<br />Open your back door, I just need to touch you once more<br /><br />I think I'm a lesbo<br />To hell with the consequence<br />You told me you love me<br />That's all I believe<br /><br />CLARISSA: I think I'm a lesbo<br />It's a need I can't explain<br />To see you again<br />I think I'm a lesbo!<br /><br />VIRGINIA: I know your friend, you told her about me<br />She filled you with fear, some kind of sin<br />How can you turn, denying the fire<br />Sister, I burn, let me in<br />Open your back door, I just need to touch you once more<br /><br />VIRGINIA: I know you're confused<br />LAURA: I know that you're shaken<br />CLARISSA: You think we'll be lost once we begin<br /><br />ALL: I know you're weak, I know that you want me<br />Lover, don't speak, let me in<br />I think I'm a lesbo<br />It's a need I can't explain<br />To see you again<br />I think I'm a lesbo!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-21771560487630128952009-10-29T11:56:00.000-07:002009-10-31T17:44:41.018-07:00Yeah...I Guess So<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcbGK6tCiNnfk2-LsGbXfulAof85ptpxjV40Urf0RMstxG2JmOHsrfkm1S8Ly9VWlZ-NpASIrymUSJIJogHjkxVY7l0je0YSvNhZyOaFZO36HkWYqecxC8FJp7iWqzyqlziK2EEBKzzAr/s1600-h/dance+costumes..jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398097931732045218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcbGK6tCiNnfk2-LsGbXfulAof85ptpxjV40Urf0RMstxG2JmOHsrfkm1S8Ly9VWlZ-NpASIrymUSJIJogHjkxVY7l0je0YSvNhZyOaFZO36HkWYqecxC8FJp7iWqzyqlziK2EEBKzzAr/s400/dance+costumes..jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>To second Gina's post below, when you open up the NY Times homepage and see <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/29/arts/dance/29garth.html?_r=1">THIS</a> (the article almost explains the picture above), it's hard not to think "wow, maybe a Huricane Katrina ballet IS a good idea." </p><p></p><p>Are Gina and I the only people think stuff like this might be a little wierd? </p><p></p><p>P.S. I was going to add this to the blog before I read Gina's post. This just added to the fun. </p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-37283659891168923722009-10-29T08:18:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:24:29.085-07:00Really? I mean, really?Look people, this is just getting absurd.<br /><br /><a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-10-28-want-some-singing-and-pigs-blood">THIS </a>is why people read my <span style="font-style: italic;">Death of a Salesman on Ice</span> and don't know whether I'm kidding.<br /><a href="http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/10/21/run-dmc-musical-is-planned/">THIS</a> is why we remain in a constant state of confusion.<br /><a href="http://gutenbergthemusical.com/">THIS</a> is why I'm increasingly bitter that people beat me to the punch.<br /><br />Are these ridiculous concepts? Yes.<br />Do I desperately want to see all three? Yes.<br />Do these writers think like we do, or do they take it all Very Seriously in the Name of Art? I don't want to know the answer to this one, because I kind of suspect the latter.Scott&Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13761305556084373751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-40211263282955680242009-10-27T21:28:00.000-07:002009-10-28T03:33:38.632-07:00Rock You Like A Hurricane<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqV4kDLBzMhOvCzRUoCrefkmnutAX_DwLoBLAloccceWP5EekrYRmlw36ng6qKwTcOodGcgnue8ImOoExQHXd6BRam9tq72-LEYBh40fTjaLtHNHi1mcafnmGhgsTj8RCoa-wVATWjJAe/s1600-h/465px-Hurricane_Katrina_August_28_2005_NASA.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397511215338782370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqV4kDLBzMhOvCzRUoCrefkmnutAX_DwLoBLAloccceWP5EekrYRmlw36ng6qKwTcOodGcgnue8ImOoExQHXd6BRam9tq72-LEYBh40fTjaLtHNHi1mcafnmGhgsTj8RCoa-wVATWjJAe/s400/465px-Hurricane_Katrina_August_28_2005_NASA.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Last night</strong> I watched two hours of Spike Lee's <em>When the Levees Broke </em>about Hurricane Katrina. </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLksgKlARyIawK2XH3UM8KcOhzEzUF5tEQdMdX-4Dr5Ldvc9cfWYmHwH00hzjiyWVDPPdFItAG3lQs1tLq2AkvNzLRDaXVTo1-DY0n_C_bzDDDDQdK0wleUW9vbU9LlUyQhOOTpHKX11CM/s1600-h/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-so-you-think-you-can-dance-34967_800_600.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397511513480360770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLksgKlARyIawK2XH3UM8KcOhzEzUF5tEQdMdX-4Dr5Ldvc9cfWYmHwH00hzjiyWVDPPdFItAG3lQs1tLq2AkvNzLRDaXVTo1-DY0n_C_bzDDDDQdK0wleUW9vbU9LlUyQhOOTpHKX11CM/s200/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-so-you-think-you-can-dance-34967_800_600.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><br /><strong>Tonight </strong>I watched two hours of FOX TV's <em>So You Think You Can Dance</em> about becoming "America's Favorite Dancer."<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">All I can think now is that the two need to be combined. Let's face it, more people watch <em>SYTYCD</em> than downers like <em>When the Levees Broke. </em>My hypothesis is that the dance competition doesn't make the general public want to slit their wrists quite as often. Unless you are a dancer recently cut from the show or in an accident that left you a paraplegic, the majority of <em>SYTYCD</em> is a lot more chipper than four hours of Hurricane Katrina.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">My Point? More of a suggestion, really. Combine America's favorite dance competition with America's favorite natural disaster. I for one would buy fifth-row tickets to see an upbeat jazz ballet about the flooding and destruction of New Orleans, the conspiracy theories, FEMA and what is most likely going to go down in history as the Bush Administration's biggest failings. </div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>Act I Tracklist:</strong><br /></div><ul><li><div align="justify">Doppler Schmoppler </div></li><li><div align="justify">Evacution Shuffle </div></li><li><div align="justify">Puh-leeze, We Made it Through Betsy (The Ballet of Betsy) </div></li><li><div align="justify">Rock You Like A Hurricane</div></li><li><div align="justify">Chevy To The Levee</div></li><li><div align="justify">Super-Storm In A Super-Dome</div></li><li><div align="justify">When the Levees Broke It Down!</div></li><li><div align="justify">FEMA Dreama' </div></li><li><div align="justify"><em>Spamalot's</em> Better Than Rain (Condee's Lament) </div></li><li><div align="justify">Lootin' and Hollorin' - The Police Chief Polka</div></li><li><div align="justify">Nagin v. Blanco - Dance-Off</div></li><li><div align="justify">Still In The Water </div></li></ul>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211833397879385582.post-67325679340464824212009-10-25T17:57:00.000-07:002009-10-25T18:17:04.596-07:00The Original American Cry Babies<strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfQ8CU__FudkCZg33UnA7lCmgAVTdNMG9gUjV0UX1VzL4_vXZKsmRRZiXo9oEEkWAcX7JixmS3_LZbZU8DsiYQoGRuVHdOW1uwfnN21JIWEymiRNERW34gNvBJZRD_Jqkmkkqcrd159Px/s1600-h/trail+of+tears.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396708319169244706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfQ8CU__FudkCZg33UnA7lCmgAVTdNMG9gUjV0UX1VzL4_vXZKsmRRZiXo9oEEkWAcX7JixmS3_LZbZU8DsiYQoGRuVHdOW1uwfnN21JIWEymiRNERW34gNvBJZRD_Jqkmkkqcrd159Px/s400/trail+of+tears.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="justify"><strong>Trail of Tears: A New Musical Comedy</strong><br /><br />Since Rogers and Hammerstein’s <em>Oklahoma</em> was such a Broadway success, it seems only wise to revisit the panhandle state with <em>Trail of Tears!</em> This musical will highlight all we love about American Indians and the history we like to pretend was awesome every Thanksgiving.<br /><br />As the lights in the theatre dim, the curtains open to reveal a set containing several large wagons and a few Teepees. The sound of drums softly begins and grows as American Indians enter in as much leather and bead working as can be included in one costume. All music for <em>Trail of Tears</em> will have heavy drum use for reasons that should be obvious to you. The dancing will be largely jumping around in circles and other perceptions white people have.</p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">Throughout the two-hour show, the audience will learn very little actually history. They will, however, leave the theatre with a contact high from the "peace pipe" and a warm feeling in their hearts.<br /><br /><strong>Tracklist: </strong><br />- Drum Circle I<br />- Yee Haw Chickasaw, Choctaw!<br />- Westward Ho!<br />- Perpetual Peace and Friendship (The Treaty or Dancing Rabbit <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOvJu-0AQKYoBk9uFyb1RlhojAIib2NhHnns_vkPkSf60cRNN8Yuf5Mze9Mi-kv1OqXB3IL5TH8EOEOAD61KN5PCHiIW1NisObPxWyqcmgtiW3brs_FmIFZu251MYR10yffBIMQSmHUFa/s1600-h/florida+state.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396708017596305970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOvJu-0AQKYoBk9uFyb1RlhojAIib2NhHnns_vkPkSf60cRNN8Yuf5Mze9Mi-kv1OqXB3IL5TH8EOEOAD61KN5PCHiIW1NisObPxWyqcmgtiW3brs_FmIFZu251MYR10yffBIMQSmHUFa/s200/florida+state.jpg" /></a>Creek)<br />- Just Around The Riverbend<br />- Chero-you, Chero-me, Cherokee<br />- - Drum Circle II<br />- OKLAHOMA! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpAl8B_0oRdfsxOYX7_JaIyR8NEqHAIJhSKtTCXm_yLi5PINRUjy_-JeR81k1Qdj23PRapf_SdVgcDmseRT9XHBuwLhYeIv55q-HkDl1I58pLf1OI6_VpdAOpi_HKxVzjfAkFtJINn-sI/s1600-h/florida+state.jpg"></a><br />- Drum Circle III<br />- Muscogee: Remember Me?<br />- These Blankets Are So Warm! (The Thank You Song)<br />- The Florida State Fight Song </p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917942507204831699noreply@blogger.com0