The Sound of Hope and Fear (and Music)

Okay, so maybe the title for this post is too dramatic.  It’s just that I’ve been a fan of The Sound of Music for years and years.  It was one of my all-time favorites as a kid, which is saying something for a movie that required a kid to switch from one VHS tape to another.  That’s commitment.  Imagine my excitement when a new version is made.

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image from voices.suntimes.com, also check out those mountains!


You’ve heard about the live version that Carrie Underwood is starring in tonight, right?  It’s on NBC from 8-11 PM EST, in case you didn’t know.  I like Carrie Underwood just fine, and I love The Sound of Music, so what’s not to like?

The Sound of Music  - Season 2013

photo from nypost.com


I’m really nervous about it though.  (As nervous as you can reasonably be in regards to a TV show.)  Julie Andrews is irreplaceable in that role, and Christopher Plummer makes a pretty fantastic Captain von Trapp.  And what about the 24 adorable von Trapp children?  How are they ever going to find a Brigitta who’s half as cute as the movie original?  And the scenery and the nuns with their awesome auto mechanic skills.  I’m not willing to write off the live version yet, but the Julie Andrews version sets a really high bar.  I guess we’ll find out how the new version stacks up in a few hours.  No pressure, Carrie.

Musical Life

One of my childhood goals was to live in a musical.  Some people dream of useful things like curing cancer or taking over the world.  I just wanted to learn a few dance moves and start singing on a whim.

A happy side-effect of having reasonable goals is that you can actually make them happen.  I used to make up songs and sing them pretty much non-stop.  My parents were saints to put up with that.  And when I wasn’t making up my own songs, I ran around pretending I was Belle from Beauty and the Beast.  Belle was smart, pretty, and not afraid of a pack of hungry wolves (well, only sort of afraid).  She even spent a freakish amount of time reading and lived in a musical.

Anyway, back to the real story.  Musicals always seemed like such a great way of life.  You’re trudging along, dealing with whatever happens, and you suddenly burst into song.  You can sing through anything–extreme happiness (which usually includes dancing and skipping), extreme tragedy, and everything in between.  You don’t have to worry about people knowing your deepest darkest secrets that you just sang in the public square, because it’s like everyone knows that you have musical Tourette’s and can’t help blurting out whatever you’re thinking.

So that was the dream.  Then yesterday, I sat down to watch Oklahoma! and realized that you would definitely need a fast forward option if you lived in a musical.  Sometimes you don’t need to say the same thing over and over again in different keys.  Okay, so you wish the cute prairie girl would go to the social with you.  I get it.  Moving on.  And how is it that I never feel that way about The Sound of Music?  What’s-her-name can sing about being 16 going on 17 as long as she wants to, and I don’t mind.  And those brown paper packages tied up with string?  Please sing some more about that!

Maybe the moral of the story is that Oklahoma! isn’t my favorite musical.  Or it could be that I don’t really like surreys with fringe on top.  Or (and this is the only option that’s remotely sad) maybe I got a taste of how guys feel when they watch chick flicks.  “Would you get to the point and make something happen already?!”

Part 2 of the Oklahoma! viewing is tonight.  Fingers crossed that I make it through the end and feel differently about it by then.

So long!

Along with brother on the brain, I’ve had a severe case of The Sound of Music songs stuck in my head.  Pretty sure those two aren’t related.  Since I’ll be gone for a few days, I thought I’d try to inflict the same problem on you as a parting gift.  Here goes:

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye

I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye– Goodbye!

(random musical interlude here)

I’m glad to go, I cannot tell a lie

I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly

(and now it’s stuck in your head, too… mwah ha ha)

Oh, and have a picture of a goat.  I like him (her?):