We
watched the Sound of Music Live special on TV the other night. We figured it would be only right, since we
watched the Peter Pan one last week. I’m
always willing to give them a second chance, and unlike Peter Pan, the Sound of
Music is, by its very nature, supposed to be a musical. Not that I am a musical aficionado, by any
means. I’ll leave that distinction to
friends like Travis Allen and others who can actually watch all things musical
without regard for the acting. I definitely
fall more on the drama side. But then, that’s
my background. Ah, high school acting
days. One act play competitions. Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House
(Yep. That’s really the name of a play
we did. Must have had some theatrical
significance that I never grasped). I even
had a bit part as a delivery boy in our musical, Mame. Actually, I think my official designation was
stage manager, but I was also the understudy for one of the male roles as
well. Almost had to go on, too, when the
guy thought he had chicken pox or measles or some such dreaded childhood
disease. Honestly, the only reason I was
involved at all was the major crush I had on the redhead who played Mame, but
again … a story for another time. My
career-defining role, however, had to be my senior year performance as Tigger
in The House at Pooh Corner. Now that
was dramatic artistry at its finest. Loud. Bouncy.
Goofy. I have to confess, I heard
more than once that there just might have been a bit of type-casting involved. We even went on the road and performed for
the local elementary schools. But … I digress. So. A
musical. What could go wrong?
Oh,
my. Now don’t get me wrong. The lady, whoever she was, could really
sing. The kids did a great job. Not so much the Dad. And the evil, interloping fiancée just didn’t
do it for me. Neither did the sidekick
who set up the singing competition or the bad guy German officer. Wow.
Gripe, gripe, gripe. Sorry about
that. The acting was just way below
par. And I must be getting pretty old,
because time after time I found myself doing what I often warn others
against. I compared. How could I not? Julie Andrews MADE the Maria Von Trapp
role. She was more Maria Von Trapp than …
Maria Von Trapp. Of course she was also
Mary Poppins, but that’s a story for another time.
Um … OK,
so maybe I am a sucker for musicals.
Good musicals. With good acting. Or maybe it’s just … almost Christmas. That’s it.
Music is just a little more special at Christmas.
Luke
2:13-14 says, “Suddenly a great company
of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, ‘Glory
to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.’”
Father,
thank you for the music. Especially that
angel-music you came up with to announce the new birthday. Amen.
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