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Friday, April 19, 2013

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.

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.
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

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.