Lest the readers of this blog think my nerdiness only extends to comic books, allow me to disabuse you of that notion. I also have an absolute love and affection for musical theatre. Can't get enough of it. Ask me about Oklahoma!
If I'm to be honest, my entry into the world of musical theatre has less than noble origins. They're actually dependent on teenage hormone overload. When my brother and I visited my Dad's house in Los Angeles we had access to cable television, more specifically premium channels. As such, I would often look through the TV guide listings hoping to find two very specific things. First, looking for movies that were on late at night. Second, movies that were listed to have either nudity or sexual situations. I submit this as explanation, not excuse.
One night I happened upon a movie called Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. In my limited experience I really didn't know exactly what a whorehouse was, but this was as good a time as any to find out.
While, yes, there was some nudity, what really caught me off guard was the combination of song and story that moved me in ways I didn't quite get at that age. By the time we hit Hard Candy Christmas, I was a crying mess and barely remembered the naked women.
In the intervening years, being in a small town, I had little access to stage musicals, but I began to pay attention to films like Singin' In the Rain or Disney Movies or how music helps to tell a story. I've never been a huge popular music fan, but I would always check out a movie like Streets of Fire because music in service of a story always seemed to appeal to me.
As an adult I've developed a deep love and affection for live theatre, both seeing and performing. I can't imagine my life without it.
And all because I wanted to see some boobs.
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