Just a quick note to let you know that The Music Man, starring one daughter (Emma), one sister (Jenny), and two nieces (Abby and Isabel) is coming to the end of its run at the Scera Shell Outdoor Theatre tomorrow night. (You can tell it’s a high class establishment because it’s spelled “Theatre.”)
The show starts at 8:00pm, but the place is going to be packed, so you’ll probably want to come at least a half hour early (or pay the extra $2.00-$4.00 for reserved seating).
Jenny’s performance alone is worth the price of admission, so don’t miss it.
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While I cannot for one moment disagree with that assessment of Jenny’s performance, it is important to point out that she is wonderfully matched by her husband’s – well, brother’s – hmmm, brother PLAYING husband’s performance. And that is not NEARLY as creepy as it sounds.
P.S. The jig really makes the faeries LIVE.
I’m really hoping it doesn’t keep raining since I already bought tickets…but if the show DOES go on…I want to see the 6:45 line. A lot.
I missed the “6:45″ bit, so I’m hoping to catch it tonight too.
(P.S. I’m only mediocre; and besides, my character’s got “buffoon” written into it, so I can’t take any credit. Grettir’s the fantastic one. The whole cast waits with baited breath to hear what he comes up with every night, then talks about it for hours afterwards. Now THAT, my friends, is acting!)
Jenny, Jenny,
I laughed a lot. I laughed LOUDLY.
Sometimes I laughed VERY LOUDLY when other people were evidently following the subtle and more QUIET aspects of the plot line. I, meanwhile, was scanning the stage for you and Grettir and the darling triplets (Abby, Emma & Isabel were delightful); then I’d catch a glance of what you or Grettir were doing and it was so HYSTERICALLY FUNNY that I’d either, like I said, GUFFAW and or ROAR/HOOT and/or HOWL, or I’d try to, mostly in vain, to stifle said yukking.
My sisters are in love with your pixie dust routine. They have reenacted it for me, but, while I love my sisters to death, I’m sure their version lacks much of the sparkle and humor only you could give it.
I love love love love your Clock rouine!! It makes me laugh! And that is not good because you are supposed to stay in charchter!
My favorite moments were (in no particular order): A) Grettir being “Iowa Stubborn” with the wall of the livery stable; B) actually seeing the “can you even tell time?” clock/arm action IN PERSON; C) Poor, poor Jenny, with hankie in tow, trying in vain to get ONE word into a Pick-a-little conversation, and her palpable desperation; and lastly, D) The fact that I really, truly, honestly could have stood up and done the Well’s Fargo Wagon AND Shipoopi choreography. But that would have been scene stealing.
Oh, my Hob1Kenob, besides being my only hope, I’m SO with you on the choreography. Except when it was the production of the infamous cast of 104 (with the best Eulalie ever – that’s all I can say or I’ll be more saddest), SOME OF US had to Shipoopi ON THE EXTREME SLOPE OF THE STAGE RIGHT CONCRETE HILL. So I spent the entirety of that number last night being angry that they’d actually put everyone ON THE STAGE.
I suppose, way back in the day – in the OLDEN days – with that many people in the cast they figured they could afford a broken limb here and there. And even though I tripped on a cord and fell flat on my face in the post-Shipoopie “delighted run” going…somewhere, I did not provide any shattered extremities.
Oh, but YOUR brother, who was playing the youngest of my SIX children (one of them was older than me – IT’S A MIRACLE) escaped while we were onstage being Grecian urns or something and ran out to the orchestra pit. Yes he did. NAKED. Or mostly naked (memory fails as to the state of his undress, but it was nude enough to be unforgettable).
Is Tim dating anyone now? If so, please make sure they hear that one.
I WILL ask this:
Amy,
Were our grapes better or is that just wishful thinking? I seem to remember that we were bedecked with bunches and BUNCHES of the things – not just the vines…
Kate!! I remember the events of which you speak. I may, in fact, know the location of PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE of Grettir doing the treacherous Shipoopi Choreography WITH the Eulalie you mentioned. And based on all previous experience with Tim, I will go along with the COMPLETELY NAKED version of your story. Well, he may have been naked except for cowboy boots or some kind of body armor made of plastic. BUNCHES of grapes. Veritable VINEYARDS, if I recall…
Well, please PRODUCE said photographic evidence! I have no photographic evidence of SO much of those good ol’ days. So Grettir was dancing with Eulalie? But he was married to his sister (Amy, this time), so was there WIFE-SWAPPING going on?
I do trust you as the chronicler of these matter. PICTURES, PLEASE!
Oh – as we hadn’t any body armor, and cowboy boots weren’t part of the costumes, I guess Tim was STARKERS. That’s funny.
I am so sad we missed it. Next time (show), can you put it on the blog further in advance?
hob1kenob: Grettir’s attempt to “stand touching noses for a week at a time, and never see eye to eye” with the side of the one-dimensional livery stable had me snorting from the first practice. I volunteered to be his stare-down partner; but in his infinite wisdom and impeccable comic 6th sense, he knew that the livery stable was, indeed, the smartest choice. And besides—I have bad breath, and the wall doesn’t.
I wasn’t even in the production of “The Music Man” that y’all were in a bazillion years ago. I’d tried out & failed; so I was a soppy wanna-be who came at intermission every night to hob-nob (for free) with my friends backstage. Having said that, I too could do all of the “Shipoopi” and “Wells Fargo Wagon” choreography well before we started learning it in this year’s rehearsals.
And if I remember it correctly, didn’t Tim leap out of the orchestra pit during “76 Trombones,” after the Cast of Thousands had spent many a panicked minute searching for him in vain? I don’t think that he was completely nude, just in his street clothes. But anything with the word “nude” in it most definitely makes for a better telling.
(P.S. I think that Grettir intentionally posts notices like this at the last possible minute so that the chances of anyone actually being able to show up and catch a glimpse of him are slim, indeed. I can, however, tell you that he teaches Primary in Room 6 at the Orchard 1st Ward chapel every Sunday at 10:15, if you’d like to catch next week’s performance…)