She loved Show Tunes.
Broadway, preferably from the 50's and 60's, but she knew everything. Said it was part of Theater 101, whatever that meant. She argued that since some of his old stuff was in the same category as Show Tunes ("Heck ,TV counts as a show!"), he should consider expanding his own repertoire.
He refused.
To rile him, one of her favorite songs was one of unbridled optimism. There was a dark turn to it as well, for dramatic overtones. He could never tell if it was a way of her making fun of him or not. HIs old music as junk food or bubblegum. Versus the vitamins he was playing now. Blues, the Important Stuff. The stuff that he could barely get a mention of, the LONG profiles of him, focusing on a 3 year stint in his entire long (LONG) life. What he had for breakfast when he was 25, and incidentally, high out of his mind.
He wished he had a way to tell all those young kids what it was like. What FAME actually meant. On the spectrum, his life was pretty good, not quite the evil tinge of Monica Lewinsky (although there were plenty of sexual indiscretions-some of which he probably should have been arrested for, most of which he regretted. Of the ones he could remember clearly)
When she sang to him, she played with sounding miserable, slightly off-key, but not quite. She was best at comedic timing, which made her cartoon voice tolerable. And the glory notes in the song, made her shine like the sun as she turned towards him. Those were the moments when he got a glimmering of what his fans felt.
In those moments, he was her groupie. Undying love.
"Sing Happy" from "Flora, the Red Menace"
Broadway, preferably from the 50's and 60's, but she knew everything. Said it was part of Theater 101, whatever that meant. She argued that since some of his old stuff was in the same category as Show Tunes ("Heck ,TV counts as a show!"), he should consider expanding his own repertoire.
He refused.
To rile him, one of her favorite songs was one of unbridled optimism. There was a dark turn to it as well, for dramatic overtones. He could never tell if it was a way of her making fun of him or not. HIs old music as junk food or bubblegum. Versus the vitamins he was playing now. Blues, the Important Stuff. The stuff that he could barely get a mention of, the LONG profiles of him, focusing on a 3 year stint in his entire long (LONG) life. What he had for breakfast when he was 25, and incidentally, high out of his mind.
He wished he had a way to tell all those young kids what it was like. What FAME actually meant. On the spectrum, his life was pretty good, not quite the evil tinge of Monica Lewinsky (although there were plenty of sexual indiscretions-some of which he probably should have been arrested for, most of which he regretted. Of the ones he could remember clearly)
When she sang to him, she played with sounding miserable, slightly off-key, but not quite. She was best at comedic timing, which made her cartoon voice tolerable. And the glory notes in the song, made her shine like the sun as she turned towards him. Those were the moments when he got a glimmering of what his fans felt.
In those moments, he was her groupie. Undying love.
"Sing Happy" from "Flora, the Red Menace"
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