Thursday, August 21, 2008
I really enjoyed . . .
seeing Hair at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park. Well worth the line (which, pathetically I suppose, was much longer than it was for Hamlet earlier this summer) and missing a night of the Olympics (although of course I TIVOed it). There is singing, there is dancing, at the end audience members even dance on the stage. I couldn't help smiling and singing along throughout the whole thing.
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Looks like fun.
I think it was destined that you like it, Kate. It opened on Broadway in 1968, and played on for years afterwards, so it was probably part of your baby subconscious -- I played the soundtrack all the time.
BTW: Janey always loved the song "Frank Mills" because at age eleven it was somehow mixed up in her mind with "Frank Culkin"
"I met a boy called Frank Mills
On September twelfth right here
In front of the Waverly
But unfortunately
I lost his address..."
Of course, our anniversary is Sept 12.
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