Musicals – There's Nuthin Like Them

Ohhhhh mannnnn I love music and a good musical is right up there with another activity that causes a cataclysmic orgasm (hehe) hmmm I wonder, doing said activity to the score of a good musical would be…. Mind-bending???? Hehe

But Saturday went up to New York and saw "Curtains". I enjoyed the trip and the musical. Every year a teacher from my school plans a trip up to see a musical. I have seen Fiddler on the Roof, Spamalot and this year Curtains. We go up, make very, very merry on the bus (yummy poinsettias) and then have time for lunch or shopping, see the show and come home.

I ate at a place called Beccos that had a tri-pasta menu. The one dish was yummy and unique, pumpkin ravioli made with cocoa floor (so chocolate look and taste). The venison rigatoni was good too (not eaten a lot of venison really).

I like the comedy musicals a little more, and this one definitely provided that. I also found I really connected with a couple of songs, one in particular, Coffee Shop Nights I could sing sometimes about my life. Then there was the song, I miss the Music… Oh I identified with that.

I found the trip fun, the music wonderful and just, ooo I wanna go back (yeah I love the big cities, always have)


Coffee Shop Nights

Cioffi (spoken): Detectives have no opening night, Miss Harris.
We make our entrance after the curtain has fallen on someone else’s life.

Niki (spoken): It isn’t wrong to be married to one’s work, is it?

Cioffi: Uh, no. No, not at all. Sometimes it’s no Honeymoon.
I love my job
I really do
And if I say so myself
I’m good at it too
I catch the bad guys
Well, most of the time
So it’s a good life
A perfectly good life
Not exactly sublime
When I’ve finished my work
And I crawl into bed
I reflect as I turn out the lights
That the day that’s to come
And the week that’s ahead will be
Lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights
Lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights

Niki(spoken): Well, it’s reassuring to have such a dependable schedule, like matinees every Wednesday

Cioffi(spoken): Or Brisket and broad beans each Thursday

Niki (spoken): With your friends

Cioffi: With, uh, yeah, well…
I like my pals
The guys on the force
We’re not very social
They’re all married of course
Sometime we go bowling
Or have a few beers
So it’s a fine life
A perfectly fine like
I’d give it two cheers
‘Cuz sometimes I think
At the end of the day
When I’ve read the last burglar his rights
That the life that I lead
Is a little bit grey
With its lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights
Lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights

Niki (spoken): But your acting roles. Well, don’t they make for a change?

Cioffi(spoken): Oh, Miss Harris, each year from May 23rd to the 12th of June, when I turn my life over to the Swallow Street Players, that’s more than a vacation for me. It’s an overture of hope. It’s the curtain rising on the greatest joy of my life.

(singing)
But the rest of the year
The life that I lead
That’s a little bit grey
There are plenty of low days
And not many highs
Mostly lunch counter mornings
And coffee shop nights


I Miss the Music

Aaron:
Really? Well don't talk about love
Or you'll have to say "fits like a glove"
Or "As certain as push comes to shove"
You will pine for the woman you're constantly thinking of
You see the problem.

Cioffi:
Dangling participle. So you suggest staying away from love?

Aaron:
At all costs. And don't mention your life
Or you'll have to say "cuts like a knife"
Or refer to the heartbreak and strife
When you find that you're missing your ...

Cioffi:
Missing?

Aaron:
What?

Cioffi:
You were saying what you miss.

Aaron:
No I meant that, well ...
(sung)I miss the music
I miss the song
Since she’s not with me
It comes out wrong
It doesn’t matter
How hard I try
I’ve lost the music
I don’t know why

You may have known
Before I met her
I wrote alone
But if you ask me
What I prefer
I’d say the music
I wrote with her

When you’re writing a song
And you’ve a partner
The room is filled with jokes and chatter
She says something
You say something
She writes a line
You play a vamp

But when you’re writing a song
Without a partner
That’s a completely different matter
No one tells you “That’s not funny”
No one says “Let’s cut that bar”
No one makes you better than you are

I can’t pretend
I miss the music
I miss my friend
No need to ask me
What I prefer

I choose the music
I wrote with her
I liked the music
I made with …

Georgia (spoken):
Aaron, I forgot my lyric. Can you believe it? Me.

Aaron:
Well you’re not the lyricist now, you’re the star.
Georgia? Break a leg.

Georgia:
Thanks. You can finish the song without me?

Aaron:
I’m a one-man band.
(sung)
I miss the music
I miss my friend
No need to ask me
What I prefer

I choose the music
I wrote with her
I loved the music
I made with her