The King and I
Posted by keithosaunders on November 27, 2016
I have a confession to make: If you take me to a Rodgers and Hammerstein play I will cry. I’m currently 3-0, and unless they remake State Fair and somebody takes me to it, this is a record that figures to stand.
You wouldn’t think that a cynical, disillusioned jazz musician would be this soft, but plop me down in a theatre with the orchestra and the lighting, and have a classically trained vocalist strike up If I Loved You and there’s only one possible outcome: I’ll be bawling like a baby before the end of the first chorus.
The worst was back in 1994 when my wife took me to see Carousel. There is a song called The Soliloquy, in which the main character, Billy Bigelow, ponders what it will be like to be a father to a boy or girl. At that time my wife was 8 months pregnant and it was as if Bigelow was a conduit for my hopes and fears. You’d better believe it was go-time for the water works. Fellow audience members were slipping on the wet floor while exiting.
I have yet to see Oklahoma or the Sound of Music but the chances are that the wind wouldn’t be the only thing that was coming behind the rain – my tear drops would be right behind. Either way, wear a raincoat.