Moved beyond words

For those who haven't seen this musical do so. For those who are cynical and haven't seen this musical do so.

Going to the theatre in the last few years has taken such effort most of the time. Tonight I decided to check off one of the ones on my list to see before I leave town. My expectations were moderate. I wasn't expecting it to blow me away and yet it did. This is not a perfect musical by any means but it has a cast giving it their all and a story that weaves these people's lives very well.

I would rather see a musical that moves me to tears and isn't perfect then one that people consider perfect that leaves me empty.

Those behind this show have made something magical.

After the show we had the chance to talk to one in the cast and I actually started to cry as I thanked her for her wonderful performance. I am not one to have such a reaction ever. Perhaps I am a little emotional because of my state right now but I don't believe that was the case.

This show moved me in a very real way.

I would say people should do what they can to see this show.

Ease on down the road

I don't have a ton of memories from childhood although I have one that is pretty darn clear.

It was around Halloween. I have since looked it up and it had to have been 1978. I would have been 4. I apparently begged my parents to take me to see the movie musical The Wiz. From what I have been told I was a pest until my mother and father finally said fine.

Mom drew the short straw and was the one to take me. I have been told I was fine until Dorothy got to Oz at that point the fear kicked in. The odd sets and crazy costumes in this wacky version of Oz, that I now know was Manhattan all decked out to look weird, was nothing like the Judy Garland Wizard of Oz that I was so fond of.

I freaked and wanted out of that theatre ASAP.

So home we went - not seeing the whole fiilm.

What I still to this day remember are bits and pieces of seeing the film in the theatre and being fine until the brick road was this odd abandoned overpass looking sets. And I remember coming home to find my dad watching the Charlie Brown Christmas special.

Not sure why I felt the need to tell this story from when I was 4 but the title of that song from the show was in my head and so this is what came out of my brain.

So there you go...

Also interesting to note: When I looked up the year the movie came out I discovered it was filmed in large part at the film studios in Astoria. How the world works huh?

A path ending

The old one unofficially ends on Sunday although tomorrow is the insistent office folks offering pizza or the like for some kind of goodbye. I would prefer nothing not because I don't appreciate a good gather or kind words but simply because I never felt much a part of that grouping. Leaving the other places in my life over the next three weeks will carry much more weight and mean so much more.

Tears will make cameos on and off until the 5th of September - I hope my friends are prepared for the sight of them