The Top 10 Things That Made Me Laugh This Week
10. Kate Hanley in the movie version of Godspell - Not even my closest friends know this about me, but, when I was in high school...man, you wouldn't have even wanted to befriend me. I had scraggly hair, I wore all black, I listened to Hole, and, that combined with puberty may well have banished me to Virginland forever.
Most of it changed one fateful day sophomore year, when I was summoned into the vice principal's office. "Well, it looks like your grades are excellent, Havoc. We'd recommend you for a great college, except for the fact that you have absolutely no extra-curricular activities listed on your transcript. I'm so sorry."
"But there must be something I can do."
"The annual school production of Bye, Bye Birdie is coming up."
Sadly, I caved in, auditioned, and happily, didn't get cast.
As fate would have it, a new teacher was coming in from the recent strike at the public high school. And he was going to direct a production of a show I had never heard of called Godspell. I was sort of put up to auditioning for it, and when I was the only underclassman to get cast in a lead role (as the Mary Magdalene surrogate), I freaked. I almost didn't do it, convinced that this was going to be a Christian show, and its hardcore New Testament-ism wouldn't jibe with my Jew ways. But, as my Broadway-lovin' ma informed me, the show was composed by a Jew (Stephen Schwartz), and the other Jewish kid in the county was playing Herb.
It was the greatest moment of my high school career.
Anyway, I remember when a bunch of the delinquent upperclassmen in the show stole a used VHS copy of the Godspell movie from the local supermarket and had weekly stoned viewings of it; that is, until the tape cut off somewhere around "Save the People." I was self-thinking as too cool for school and didn't bother going (that and my parents were overprotective), although I may still have the Godspell satin jacket I ordered belatedly after seeing the delinquents wearing them to school on opening day, thinking it was only a loser thing to do.
And that's pretty much when I became a theatre freak.
When I finally saw the movie version of Godspell last weekend on my Netflix, I don't think I missed much. The whole thing is just inherently laughable, but I swear to you that Kate Hanley's facial expressions are a crack-up throughout the whole thing. Granted, it's a show about clowns. Bible re-enacting clowns.
Also? Close runners-up are the swishy, 70s visual effects that accompany David Haskell's appearances out of nowhere as Judas Iscariot within the first ten minutes of the movie; the fact that Lynne Thigpen wears an R. Crumb t-shirt with her clown getup (this getup is my getdown); and the whole sequence at the end where they (SPOILER!) crucify Victor Garber on a chain-link fence and then everybody walks around singing "Long Live God." It's supposed to be the resurrection in the original show, but, for some reason, it hilariously climaxes with some weird footage of a bunch of hippie clowns dragging poor Victor Garber's dead body all around the Upper West Side. (END SPOILER) Insanity.
9. The Way Terri White sings the line, "I'm huge as a townhouse!" on The Best of Forbidden Broadway - I was talking to my mom about this, and informed her that, even if you're not a writer, or a performer, or a singer, or a general creative, theatrical poof-y type, when you listen to a Broadway cast recording? You tend to identify with those voices that just grab at you and make you feel something, maybe it's longing, melancholy, or a giddy happiness.
Like David Carroll? When I downloaded the song "Could You Use Me?" from this album, I had no idea he was singing the guy part. The man has one of those clear, full tenor voices that would make Groban himself run in a remote bear cave somewhere and be forced to cower in an anxiety-induced state of panic.
This entry isn't going to be about David Carroll and his unfortunately short-lived Broadway triumph in Grand Hotel, lest it enter total downer territory, so instead I direct you to this Amazon review of the cast recording of Barnum, and I quote: Terri White, in her dual-roles of Joice Heth and the leading singer in "Black and White" is given ample time to display her amazing belt. In Joice's number "Thank God I'm Old", she slightly restrains her voice, but in "Black and White", watch out! She lets her voice climb to the rafters and you will be a fan forever.
Well, count me as one of those fans. What I wouldn't give to hear her play a role that not only suits her talents but exposes her to a way wider audience she ever would have found in Forbidden, Two Gentlemen of Verona, and Welcome to the Club combined. And this song itself, a parody of "And I am Telling You I'm Not Going" called (ingeniously!) "And I am Telling You I'm Not Singing" could not be resurrected at a better time, what with every deluded white person in the country going on every TV talk show within earshot right now thinking they can sing the song and, with what precious little talent they have, shamelessly cash in on J-Hud's Oscar win. She earned it! "I'm huge as a townhouse"? Triple happiness.
8. Letter of Recommendation for a Forgettable Student - I confess that I'm even more particular and picky with the way I spend my money. Now that I'm unemployed, I find myself wondering what would be worth the purchase, as opposed to just up and spending money on useless crap I wouldn't otherwise need. What this applies to most are magazines and books. The books I tend to buy have to carry some redemption value, while all magazines should be cheap.
I stopped off at the local magazine store and bought MAD. Why, I don't know. I feel like I haven't read it since the Gold Rush Days, or, at least, when Little Annie Fanny went out of print. This week's issue is full of gems that should at least remind everyone that, before YouTube? There was the written word, my friend. And if you can't think of anything funnier or sassier, then just shut up.
This is best exemplified in this issue's lead-off pages, which include an excellent parody of something that trods off the beaten path of pop culture and everything else MAD: "Letter of Recommendation for a Forgettable Student." Some choice excerpts: "Katherine has a plethora of qualitities that cannot be captured by a mere transcript, or even a letter of recommendation. She is a special girl wtih a unique outlook on life: her character and personality can only be described as her own. As an educator for over 24 years, I can safely say I have never had another student exactly like her." And "Now, you are probably asking yourself, 'How will Katherine Mackey enhance our campus life? What does she bring to the table that others do not? Does Katherine have the intelligence, the drive, and the will to succeed at our university?' And with Katherine Mackey, these are all important questions. In conclusion, it should be pointed out that Katherine V. Mackey is the applicant's name." HA! I don't know about you, but I was laughing right there in the store. Considering that there was a time in my own life when I had exceptional grades, but wouldn't even think I'd ever be able to set foot on a college campus, period, this was hilarious and true.
7. "N***** Guy" - "South Park is just awesome, but this week's episode induced more uncomfortable laughter as needed, with a subject that was only made more relevant this week with the "f-word" being said more than it needed to. I've had that problem...trying to make a point and only making it worse?
Yeah, just not like this. How great was their drawing of Kramer? Making fun of "The Kramer Incident" is one thing, but what class and grace...and a MIDGET!
6. Scene Stealers - Upon reading this press release, I honestly don't know which is funniest: The fact that half of these songs are on my Ipod, the fact that I started singing half of these songs when I read their titles, or the fact that I was on Amazon within minutes pre-ordering and promising to delete any and all tracks performed by pre-Staying Alive post-Barbarino John Travolta.
5. "The session cooked like an after-hours club date..." - I've been listening to the soundtrack (ahem. I mean, Original Broadway Cast Recording) of City of Angels an awful lot lately that it's come to the point where I was at a party last night and, out of the blue, I got a phone call from my mom saying, "Jimmy Powers is on 'Numb3rs' RIGHT NOW and he's got, like, TWO LINES!"
But the ultimate confirmation that my Angels obsession had reached a true breaking point was when I found a cheap copy of the cassette tape for a buck.
I've been wondering just what to do with it exactly. Perhaps I'll mount it, if there's such a way as to approach actually, y'know, mounting cassette tapes.
If you ever find a tape of your favorite Broadway show, I urge you to buy that tape. Because, not only does it include many photographs (both color and B&W, although, in all fairness, they're smaller than a thimble and Randy Graff looks like a total blur in most of them) that aren't even included in the CD liner notes, it has a very primitive full-size foldout sheet detailing the entire plot, with the complete lyrics and memorable quotes from the show in a smashing Bee's Knee's font. Apparently, the New York Times called it the funniest musical to hit Broadway, and I'm so inclined to agree, because the straight-from-the-press-agent quote that this particular recording session "cooked like an after-hours club date" was enough confirmation for me that maybe it's that full-length lyric sheet I should mount instead. I already caught myself meandering around the kitchenette this morning singing that weird scat vocal on Side One.
Just so you know, I wouldn't be totally averse to sending the entire cast of City of Angels to Washington and having them shake up the administration. Get Shawn Elliott to lecture on foreign policy to a rockin' calypso beat, and Randy Graff to motivate W into changing his defense strategy on Iraq -- with James Naughton and Scott Waara going overseas to sing the troops into kicking ass!
Yeah, I'm getting to a pretty sad point with this one.
4. Dusty Old Playbills - I know I've been meaning to write an entry on this alone, but I'm convinced that I live on the same block as the Man in Chair from The Drowsy Chaperone. Because I don't work during the day, I have the time to peruse thrift shops, vintage stores, antique huts, and swap meets and, more often than not, I find opening night Playbills from Broadway shows.
I was on the verge of happiness when I found Dreamgirls and Nine a few months ago, but nothing made me laugh harder than the dusty ones I found yesterday, when I almost offically declared a moratorium on actually collecting these things. I counted an intimate article on Robert Klein, an ad for the 3,042nd performance of the original Broadway production of Grease! and numerous obscure photos of Jason Alexander as Tevye with funny captions and that's just in the Playbill for the 80s revival of Oklahoma! Hey, my mom is a huge fan of Harry Groener and, I don't know about you, but I would have put down the Groeners I had for her and her alone.
For a nickel, I'd say it was a worthy purchase.
Personally, I was happy enough to find the Playbills for the shows that, what I've said more than enough on occasion, inspired my two favorite Forbidden Broadway parodies ever: Show Boat and Grand Hotel. The Show Boat one was just to spend some extra loose change, but I was thrilled to discover among its 50+ ensemble members an old friend of mine from improv class! What's even better, this show went through approximately 305,761 cast changes over the course of its run, so at this point the only stragglers left from the original cast were Joel Blum and Gretha Boston. On the plus side, David Carroll was still in Grand Hotel around the time this Playbill went to print, and there are plenty of cute pictures of him with a totally Gomez moustache.
I've been wondering what to do with all these Playbills. Mounting them seems incredibly slapdash and crude, but if anyone has any suggestions for creative things to do with old Playbills besides mounting them on the wall or selling them on Ebay, well, I'm soliciting.
3. Last week's "Simpsons" on second viewing - Watching this with my sister and her boyfriend on the DVR gave me a renewed perspective on what I meant with last week's post. "The Simpsons" wasn't so bad and, even though the Sound of Music and Sondheim references flew over their heads? Hysterical.
2. THE GREATEST EPISODE OF "FULL HOUSE" EVER - Although I was also considering writing a single entry on this, they programmed my favorite episodes of "Fresh Prince" and these priceless bad clips of "The Secret" movie that would just propel everything that woman wrote down the toilet.
What, with this and Jimmy Powers making an unwarranted comeback, this was one week you'd have wanted to be pemanently PARKED on the sofa for.
Especially since they were showing Episode 818, "We Got The Beat."
By the way, just looking this up on Wikipedia reaffirmed some sweet nostalgia for such past TGIF train wrecks as "Where I Live" (the only TGIF show set in Brooklyn!), and the glorious Peter Benson as the dad on "Hi Honey, I'm Home!" But I digress. This isn't even about "Hi Honey, I'm Home!"
Perhaps one of the biggest pitfalls of a TV show is the obligatory episode where one, or all of the characters on the show start a garage band. It's so ludicrous because nobody plays in a garage anymore and there just happens to be a talent contest involved. I still love these episodes like a fat kid loves cake and watch them whenever I can, or, at least, whenever they happen to be, you know, ON.
In this one, they just didn't even try to let it make sense, and there's some great funny stuff to be had here. Especially the fact that they were totally cool with only using pre-existing music at the time, resulting in many ineptly lip-synched versions of "The Sign" by Ace of Base played more times than it ever needed to be played over the course of a single half hour of TGIF sitcommery.
Basically, Stephanie starts a band with herself on guitar and lead vocals, and Kimmy Gibber on keyboards (why the band even needed a keyboardist, I don't know), but they become so fixated on their image that they don't rehearse the one song they know to win the big "Wake Up, San Francisco!" talent contest. And, given the fact that nearly every member of the Tanner family was involved with what little of an entertainment scene they had in San Francisco during the late 80s-early 90s, I'm surprised nobody ever called "nepotism" whenever Joey, Jesse, or pretty much anyone else who was even remotely linked to the fam appeared on "Wake Up, San Francisco!"
Needless to say, they lose. Because, whenever there's a talent contest, always bet on the gay boy. Michelle Tanner knew this and parlayed it all the way to bank.
1. The Post rips into King Lear - Just read it and hear Kevin Kline weep.
Although Frasier appearing in My Fair Lady might as well have been a close 11.
Most of it changed one fateful day sophomore year, when I was summoned into the vice principal's office. "Well, it looks like your grades are excellent, Havoc. We'd recommend you for a great college, except for the fact that you have absolutely no extra-curricular activities listed on your transcript. I'm so sorry."
"But there must be something I can do."
"The annual school production of Bye, Bye Birdie is coming up."
Sadly, I caved in, auditioned, and happily, didn't get cast.
As fate would have it, a new teacher was coming in from the recent strike at the public high school. And he was going to direct a production of a show I had never heard of called Godspell. I was sort of put up to auditioning for it, and when I was the only underclassman to get cast in a lead role (as the Mary Magdalene surrogate), I freaked. I almost didn't do it, convinced that this was going to be a Christian show, and its hardcore New Testament-ism wouldn't jibe with my Jew ways. But, as my Broadway-lovin' ma informed me, the show was composed by a Jew (Stephen Schwartz), and the other Jewish kid in the county was playing Herb.
It was the greatest moment of my high school career.
Anyway, I remember when a bunch of the delinquent upperclassmen in the show stole a used VHS copy of the Godspell movie from the local supermarket and had weekly stoned viewings of it; that is, until the tape cut off somewhere around "Save the People." I was self-thinking as too cool for school and didn't bother going (that and my parents were overprotective), although I may still have the Godspell satin jacket I ordered belatedly after seeing the delinquents wearing them to school on opening day, thinking it was only a loser thing to do.
And that's pretty much when I became a theatre freak.
When I finally saw the movie version of Godspell last weekend on my Netflix, I don't think I missed much. The whole thing is just inherently laughable, but I swear to you that Kate Hanley's facial expressions are a crack-up throughout the whole thing. Granted, it's a show about clowns. Bible re-enacting clowns.
Also? Close runners-up are the swishy, 70s visual effects that accompany David Haskell's appearances out of nowhere as Judas Iscariot within the first ten minutes of the movie; the fact that Lynne Thigpen wears an R. Crumb t-shirt with her clown getup (this getup is my getdown); and the whole sequence at the end where they (SPOILER!) crucify Victor Garber on a chain-link fence and then everybody walks around singing "Long Live God." It's supposed to be the resurrection in the original show, but, for some reason, it hilariously climaxes with some weird footage of a bunch of hippie clowns dragging poor Victor Garber's dead body all around the Upper West Side. (END SPOILER) Insanity.
9. The Way Terri White sings the line, "I'm huge as a townhouse!" on The Best of Forbidden Broadway - I was talking to my mom about this, and informed her that, even if you're not a writer, or a performer, or a singer, or a general creative, theatrical poof-y type, when you listen to a Broadway cast recording? You tend to identify with those voices that just grab at you and make you feel something, maybe it's longing, melancholy, or a giddy happiness.
Like David Carroll? When I downloaded the song "Could You Use Me?" from this album, I had no idea he was singing the guy part. The man has one of those clear, full tenor voices that would make Groban himself run in a remote bear cave somewhere and be forced to cower in an anxiety-induced state of panic.
This entry isn't going to be about David Carroll and his unfortunately short-lived Broadway triumph in Grand Hotel, lest it enter total downer territory, so instead I direct you to this Amazon review of the cast recording of Barnum, and I quote: Terri White, in her dual-roles of Joice Heth and the leading singer in "Black and White" is given ample time to display her amazing belt. In Joice's number "Thank God I'm Old", she slightly restrains her voice, but in "Black and White", watch out! She lets her voice climb to the rafters and you will be a fan forever.
Well, count me as one of those fans. What I wouldn't give to hear her play a role that not only suits her talents but exposes her to a way wider audience she ever would have found in Forbidden, Two Gentlemen of Verona, and Welcome to the Club combined. And this song itself, a parody of "And I am Telling You I'm Not Going" called (ingeniously!) "And I am Telling You I'm Not Singing" could not be resurrected at a better time, what with every deluded white person in the country going on every TV talk show within earshot right now thinking they can sing the song and, with what precious little talent they have, shamelessly cash in on J-Hud's Oscar win. She earned it! "I'm huge as a townhouse"? Triple happiness.
8. Letter of Recommendation for a Forgettable Student - I confess that I'm even more particular and picky with the way I spend my money. Now that I'm unemployed, I find myself wondering what would be worth the purchase, as opposed to just up and spending money on useless crap I wouldn't otherwise need. What this applies to most are magazines and books. The books I tend to buy have to carry some redemption value, while all magazines should be cheap.
I stopped off at the local magazine store and bought MAD. Why, I don't know. I feel like I haven't read it since the Gold Rush Days, or, at least, when Little Annie Fanny went out of print. This week's issue is full of gems that should at least remind everyone that, before YouTube? There was the written word, my friend. And if you can't think of anything funnier or sassier, then just shut up.
This is best exemplified in this issue's lead-off pages, which include an excellent parody of something that trods off the beaten path of pop culture and everything else MAD: "Letter of Recommendation for a Forgettable Student." Some choice excerpts: "Katherine has a plethora of qualitities that cannot be captured by a mere transcript, or even a letter of recommendation. She is a special girl wtih a unique outlook on life: her character and personality can only be described as her own. As an educator for over 24 years, I can safely say I have never had another student exactly like her." And "Now, you are probably asking yourself, 'How will Katherine Mackey enhance our campus life? What does she bring to the table that others do not? Does Katherine have the intelligence, the drive, and the will to succeed at our university?' And with Katherine Mackey, these are all important questions. In conclusion, it should be pointed out that Katherine V. Mackey is the applicant's name." HA! I don't know about you, but I was laughing right there in the store. Considering that there was a time in my own life when I had exceptional grades, but wouldn't even think I'd ever be able to set foot on a college campus, period, this was hilarious and true.
7. "N***** Guy" - "South Park is just awesome, but this week's episode induced more uncomfortable laughter as needed, with a subject that was only made more relevant this week with the "f-word" being said more than it needed to. I've had that problem...trying to make a point and only making it worse?
Yeah, just not like this. How great was their drawing of Kramer? Making fun of "The Kramer Incident" is one thing, but what class and grace...and a MIDGET!
6. Scene Stealers - Upon reading this press release, I honestly don't know which is funniest: The fact that half of these songs are on my Ipod, the fact that I started singing half of these songs when I read their titles, or the fact that I was on Amazon within minutes pre-ordering and promising to delete any and all tracks performed by pre-Staying Alive post-Barbarino John Travolta.
5. "The session cooked like an after-hours club date..." - I've been listening to the soundtrack (ahem. I mean, Original Broadway Cast Recording) of City of Angels an awful lot lately that it's come to the point where I was at a party last night and, out of the blue, I got a phone call from my mom saying, "Jimmy Powers is on 'Numb3rs' RIGHT NOW and he's got, like, TWO LINES!"
But the ultimate confirmation that my Angels obsession had reached a true breaking point was when I found a cheap copy of the cassette tape for a buck.
I've been wondering just what to do with it exactly. Perhaps I'll mount it, if there's such a way as to approach actually, y'know, mounting cassette tapes.
If you ever find a tape of your favorite Broadway show, I urge you to buy that tape. Because, not only does it include many photographs (both color and B&W, although, in all fairness, they're smaller than a thimble and Randy Graff looks like a total blur in most of them) that aren't even included in the CD liner notes, it has a very primitive full-size foldout sheet detailing the entire plot, with the complete lyrics and memorable quotes from the show in a smashing Bee's Knee's font. Apparently, the New York Times called it the funniest musical to hit Broadway, and I'm so inclined to agree, because the straight-from-the-press-agent quote that this particular recording session "cooked like an after-hours club date" was enough confirmation for me that maybe it's that full-length lyric sheet I should mount instead. I already caught myself meandering around the kitchenette this morning singing that weird scat vocal on Side One.
Just so you know, I wouldn't be totally averse to sending the entire cast of City of Angels to Washington and having them shake up the administration. Get Shawn Elliott to lecture on foreign policy to a rockin' calypso beat, and Randy Graff to motivate W into changing his defense strategy on Iraq -- with James Naughton and Scott Waara going overseas to sing the troops into kicking ass!
Yeah, I'm getting to a pretty sad point with this one.
4. Dusty Old Playbills - I know I've been meaning to write an entry on this alone, but I'm convinced that I live on the same block as the Man in Chair from The Drowsy Chaperone. Because I don't work during the day, I have the time to peruse thrift shops, vintage stores, antique huts, and swap meets and, more often than not, I find opening night Playbills from Broadway shows.
I was on the verge of happiness when I found Dreamgirls and Nine a few months ago, but nothing made me laugh harder than the dusty ones I found yesterday, when I almost offically declared a moratorium on actually collecting these things. I counted an intimate article on Robert Klein, an ad for the 3,042nd performance of the original Broadway production of Grease! and numerous obscure photos of Jason Alexander as Tevye with funny captions and that's just in the Playbill for the 80s revival of Oklahoma! Hey, my mom is a huge fan of Harry Groener and, I don't know about you, but I would have put down the Groeners I had for her and her alone.
For a nickel, I'd say it was a worthy purchase.
Personally, I was happy enough to find the Playbills for the shows that, what I've said more than enough on occasion, inspired my two favorite Forbidden Broadway parodies ever: Show Boat and Grand Hotel. The Show Boat one was just to spend some extra loose change, but I was thrilled to discover among its 50+ ensemble members an old friend of mine from improv class! What's even better, this show went through approximately 305,761 cast changes over the course of its run, so at this point the only stragglers left from the original cast were Joel Blum and Gretha Boston. On the plus side, David Carroll was still in Grand Hotel around the time this Playbill went to print, and there are plenty of cute pictures of him with a totally Gomez moustache.
I've been wondering what to do with all these Playbills. Mounting them seems incredibly slapdash and crude, but if anyone has any suggestions for creative things to do with old Playbills besides mounting them on the wall or selling them on Ebay, well, I'm soliciting.
3. Last week's "Simpsons" on second viewing - Watching this with my sister and her boyfriend on the DVR gave me a renewed perspective on what I meant with last week's post. "The Simpsons" wasn't so bad and, even though the Sound of Music and Sondheim references flew over their heads? Hysterical.
2. THE GREATEST EPISODE OF "FULL HOUSE" EVER - Although I was also considering writing a single entry on this, they programmed my favorite episodes of "Fresh Prince" and these priceless bad clips of "The Secret" movie that would just propel everything that woman wrote down the toilet.
What, with this and Jimmy Powers making an unwarranted comeback, this was one week you'd have wanted to be pemanently PARKED on the sofa for.
Especially since they were showing Episode 818, "We Got The Beat."
By the way, just looking this up on Wikipedia reaffirmed some sweet nostalgia for such past TGIF train wrecks as "Where I Live" (the only TGIF show set in Brooklyn!), and the glorious Peter Benson as the dad on "Hi Honey, I'm Home!" But I digress. This isn't even about "Hi Honey, I'm Home!"
Perhaps one of the biggest pitfalls of a TV show is the obligatory episode where one, or all of the characters on the show start a garage band. It's so ludicrous because nobody plays in a garage anymore and there just happens to be a talent contest involved. I still love these episodes like a fat kid loves cake and watch them whenever I can, or, at least, whenever they happen to be, you know, ON.
In this one, they just didn't even try to let it make sense, and there's some great funny stuff to be had here. Especially the fact that they were totally cool with only using pre-existing music at the time, resulting in many ineptly lip-synched versions of "The Sign" by Ace of Base played more times than it ever needed to be played over the course of a single half hour of TGIF sitcommery.
Basically, Stephanie starts a band with herself on guitar and lead vocals, and Kimmy Gibber on keyboards (why the band even needed a keyboardist, I don't know), but they become so fixated on their image that they don't rehearse the one song they know to win the big "Wake Up, San Francisco!" talent contest. And, given the fact that nearly every member of the Tanner family was involved with what little of an entertainment scene they had in San Francisco during the late 80s-early 90s, I'm surprised nobody ever called "nepotism" whenever Joey, Jesse, or pretty much anyone else who was even remotely linked to the fam appeared on "Wake Up, San Francisco!"
Needless to say, they lose. Because, whenever there's a talent contest, always bet on the gay boy. Michelle Tanner knew this and parlayed it all the way to bank.
1. The Post rips into King Lear - Just read it and hear Kevin Kline weep.
Although Frasier appearing in My Fair Lady might as well have been a close 11.
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