The Sort of Thing I Live For
So here I am on a Saturday morning, listening to Swedish melodic death metal real loud and wasting time online - doin' the thing, you know, following this or that random impulse, reading stuff that's marginally interesting to me and which I will have completely forgotten by mid-day. Somewhere along the line, the album I'm listening to ends, and then there's silence except for conversation & the insistent chirping of the birds who've taken up residence in our chimney. And, somewhere in this Saturday-morning quasi-meditative state, I find myself talking about the Broadway musical Annie, and wondering who wrote the score.
Turns out the music is by a feller name of Strouse, who also wrote "Those Were the Days," the theme for All In the Family ; I doubt there is anyone who did down-time with a TV in the mid-seventies who can't sing at least one verse & a chorus of that song from memory. So, between Annie and "Those Were the Days" I'm figurin' this Strouse guy's gotta have one hell of a CV. A little research reveals that he's been at it since the early sixties, and has written a number of noteworthy musicals as well as several film scores, among them Bonnie and Clyde. But the item that stuck out on his list is one that the world will probably never hear.
Did you follow the link above? Are you at the page on the Charles Strouse site that's headed "Shows - Musicals" now? OK, good. Now hit CTRL- or CMD-f and type the word "wars" into the text box, and hit "return."
Do you see what I see? Do you feel the power of the permanently-jettisoned, the existing-in-concept-only, the beyond-our-grasp? The king of all such occurrances is, of course, The Day the Clown Cried, because there are so many threads to pick up there. But I submit to you, sirs and madames, that there is much to imagine, and more to fear, in the wonderfully generative, easily-missable item on Strouse's CV above. I doubt that it will ever see light. I praise the unutterable Name of God that it won't, in some ways, because I'm hoping that the final insufferable gasp of the Star Wars franchise will be the release of the complete DVD boxed set, after which I hope never to hear one word about Star Wars ever again, because I don't go to those kinds of parties. Still. Charles Strouse. The guy who wrote "Tomorrow." The biggest movie franchise in history resized to fit the proper monitor: Robert E. Howard in space. Fresnels and greasepaint and the Great White Way. You gotta wonder.
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