Some may know this and some may not, but I must confess . . .I’m a bit of a musical theater geek.
I have been known to get into a mood where I’ll become a one-woman musical and just belt out my favorite songs, dance around and just have fun doing my own off-off-off-off-off-Broadway productions. It is actually one of my life goals to have a musical break out around me – I guess it would be more of a flashmob – but you get my point. I would not be sad in the least if someone came up to me and said that they wanted me to move to New York right away to be on Broadway for a few weeks. Granted my singing skills aren’t those of a Broadway lead, but I can totally sing back up and sway in the background – not. a. problem. And the campy dance numbers! Sign. me. up.
Growing up I saw a lot of shows in Chicago, including Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat about a bajillion times during its long run with Donny Osmond at the Chicago Theatre and Jesus Christ Superstar in religion class during lent. Not to mention my stint in choir in grade school included numbers from Phantom of the Opera and JCS and in band throughout the years we played various musical numbers and I have also done solo performances of some of my favorite songs. There is something utterly beautiful about musicals. Something that sets the music apart form the rest of the music that is out there. The strong chords, the beautiful ballads, the drama, suspense and emotion that comes through the songs is just almost unexplainable. You know what I’m referring to, that feeling you get when the music just hits you (i.e. ~2:30 in “I Don’t Know How to Love Him” from JCS, ~4:30 in “Defying Gravity” from Wicked, ~1:00 in “One Hand, One Heart” from West Side Story, or ~3:08 in “I Dreamed a Dream” from Les Mis).
I should get back to my tasks for today, which totally includes singing and dancing around my house. 🙂
