Probably my most regular feature on this blog will be “Things I’ve (read/heard/saw/ate/licked/smelled/whatever) That I Love.” Because my absolute favorite thing is forcing my opinions on other people. Sometimes these posts will be relevant with stuff that was only recently released, 99% of the time they will not be. Because I am always behind on everything. And SOMETIMES you will get an accompanying story. Like tonight.
It’s Lent right now, which you maybe care about and maybe don’t. But as the Easter season is abruptly upon us, my most regular tradition is to break out the Jesus musicals and today it was time for Godspell, which is not only a Jesus musical, but my favorite musical of all of the musicals. (The thing about musicals is that they combine stories with music and stories and music are my favorite things in the world.)
When I was four-years-old, all tiny and adorable in my purple corduroy pants, there was a traveling theater troupe that came to my church and performed this play. I sat in the front row absolutely enthralled. Singing! Dancing! Acting! And after the show my family and I went to McDonald’s and the cast was there and since I was, as I mentioned, ADORABLE, all the girls in the cast who had purchased Happy Meals gave me their Happy Meal toys. Not only was I introduced to the world of musicals, I learned that I deserve gifts for no other reason than being me. (nb – my birthday is next month, which if you NEED a reason to bestow upon me heaps of gifts, you have one.)
My dad, recognizing my obsession, introduced me to the Original Cast Recording, which he had on vinyl (‘m old). He sat me down on the living room floor and the songs were blasted through terrible speakers and it became the greatest moment of my life. It was probably then I decided that I wanted to be a Broadway star. (It would be another ten years before I recognized my lack of talent.) I wanted to listen to this record so often that my parents finally got annoyed and recorded the record onto a cassette that I could take with me and play on my pink boombox. (Relatedly, somewhere in the trash heaps of Pennsylvania are warped cassettes of a pre-elementary-aged Megan Orsini recording herself singing the songs of Godspell.)
I know that it was the time and place of seeing and hearing this show that makes it so important to me. Listening to it now I recognize the inherent 70s-ness of a few of the songs, but good for it for the introduction of the electric guitar into a world mostly concerned with traditional orchestral arrangements! After I ruined the recorded cassette from listening to it so much, my parents bought me the cast recording on cassette and I went through three of those before CD’s were introduced into my life. (This and the Dirty Dancing soundtrack were the songs of my formative years.) I am partial, as most Broadway snobs are, to the original cast recording and that recording only. At one point, after having gone a few years with a copy of the soundtrack I asked for the CD for Christmas and my mother bought me the London Cast Recording and I was like, “What is this sh%t.” This is one of the many reasons I don’t trust my mother with important things such as this.
This is the only version that exists:
If anyone tries to give you a different version, you tell them to GTFO. In the meantime I’ll be over here renewing the vigor of my youth, day by day. We beseech thee, hear us. Let’s have some wine!
PS – If you see the show live, during intermission they put out tables of juice and cookies on the stage for a weird sort of communion. “Let’s have some wine” is actually a line in one of the songs. The song right before intermission. I’ve seen the show multiple times and there has never been wine on the stage, though.
PPS – There is also a movie. Don’t say I never give you anything.
PPPS – Completely unrelated, let me know if you have a site I should follow. And then let me know how I do that. Leave that junk in the comments, which I am supposedly allowing but which I cannot find. Blogging is fun.