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Friday, April 19, 2013




SON of MUSIC MAN
a comically tragic grand opera  
 Sung throughout, just like Phantom of the Opera (well, sort of). 
ADD Tangent:  This concept might make a fun party game.  Go around the room, one line per person, creating a story with song lyrics.

CAST of CHARACTERS:
Gary Indiana (Gary Indiana) -- that obnoxious carrot-top kid from The Music Man, secret love-child of Robert Preston and Ethel Merman. Gary is now 25 years-old and sings every word that comes out of that obnoxious Hoosier-mouth of his. He should ask his doctor if Lyrica is right for him.
Annie Warbucks -- now 22 years old, no longer little nor an orphan, but still an obnoxious (yet lovable) redhead, who has the same lyrical disorder as Gary Indiana (Gary Indiana). 
The Narrator -- equally obnoxious and, alas, stricken with a terminal  earworm, the entire contents of his brain having been displaced by song lyrics that won't go away until he reformats his hard-drive.  Rightly played by the playwright, of course, except when he's retching due to his own libretto, when MaryLou covers for him.

ACT ONE (Singular Sensation)

Narrator -- How shall I begin to tell the story? Talk about the boy? Talk about the girl?  Na na NAH nah ... I write the songsWhen a body meets a body, anything can happen.  Who knows? Boy-oh, Boy-oh! Something's happenin' here!  Lordy, Lord I'm tellin' you. 
Gary -- Monday, Monday! All alone am I.  I'm Mr. Blue (wah oo wah ooo). I ain't got nobody.  I've looked at clouds and I think it's gonna rain today.
Narrator -- But no one heard at all, not even a chair.
Gary -- Well these boots are made for walkin'.  Gotta walk that lonesome valley ... singin', singin' in the rain. I walk alone.  All by myself.  Strollin down the aven-oo, the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Lonely Street ...
Narrator -- Over, over and over ... but no one heard at all.  Here she comes ... pretty woman, walkin' down the street. 
Annie -- I didn't sleep a wink last night.  I've been cryin'.  (Wah oo wah ooo.) Tears on my pillow. So I say to myself, don't let the sun catch you cryin'. Oh, No!
Narrator -- It's raining! It's pouring! The sun ain't gonna shine anymore!
Gary -- Well, I'm a-walkin'.  I'm a travelin' man.  Fal-da-ree, Fal-da-rah ... 
Annie --  Who's that man, just a-walkin' down the street? He knows not where he's going to. He's just a man. Oh, No! Stop (in the name of love).
Gary -- Who am I? Who am I?
Annie -- Gary Indiana! Gary Indiana! You don't remember me, but I remember you. Try to remember. Back in the good ol' days. We were young, and didn't have a care. 
Narrator -- He went away, but now he's ba-ack. Look out, look out, look out, look out. He's no good for you, foolish little girl.  
Annie -- Listen! Do you want know a secret? Gary Indiana (Gary Indiana.) I wanna marry you ... and we're gonna get married.
Gary -- In the year 2525.  When Jupiter aligns with Mars. 
Annie -- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gary -- It's not time to make a change. Let's spend the night together.
Annie -- R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Will you still love me tomorrow? 
Gary -- E-I-E-I-O.  Got a rocket in my pocket.
Narrator -- Boy-oh, boy-oh!  [deleted -- title and lyrics from a Woody Guthrie song recorded by the Kingston Trio ... and a line from "I Am Woman"].
Annie -- Ah! Sweet mystery of life!
Narrator -- Let's go out to the lobby.
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ACT TWO (Turtle-Doves)

Annie -- We're goin' to the chapel. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Indiana wants me and we're gonna get married.
Gary -- Nah, nah, NAH, nah. Never in a million years.
Annie -- Here we are! Two turtledoves -- and baby makes three.
Gary -- Kids? We've got trouble, right here. Kids?
Annie -- What's the matter with kids?
Gary -- Nah, nah, NAH, nah.  There, I've said it again. Hey, hey hey, Goodbye!
Annie -- Hey hey hey?  Goodbye?
Gary -- Sing for me, softly, as I leave you. It's time to move on. See you in September (in the year 3535).
Annie -- I'll see you in my dreams. I will always love you-oo-ooo.
Narrator -- But no one heard at all ... not even a ch... ch...  chh....
arrrgh! eccchhh!  Hello, MaryLou!  I want you, I need you! Help me if you can.

 Don't say No, it's THE END
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Friday, April 5, 2013

What Do You See, Cat?



Oh, what do you see, Cat?  It puzzles me so.
When you're just staring up at the wall.
You spotted a spider there, four years ago,
Although now I see nothing at all.

Perhaps you’re engrossed in some Zen meditation
And you’re comatose, deep in a trance.
But very few gurus have your concentration,
So it might be extremely small ants.

You started at seven when I first awoke,
And right now it’s quarter-past three.
Sometimes I suspect it’s a practical joke
That’s designed just to mystify me.