#stage musicals

[showamagicalgirls]

I am now in possession of the Cutie Honey Emotional stage show DVD.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

"An evening of sheer theatrical enchantment," wrote Robert Garland in the Journal-American of Rodgers & Hammerstein's Carousel, which opened on April 19, 1945 at the Majestic Theater.

After the huge success of Oklahoma! two years earlier, the new musical was the most eagerly awaited theatrical event of the season. But, despite superficial similarities, Carousel was darker than Oklahoma!, with an onstage suicide, an unsympathetic leading man, and domestic violence. Tellingly, it ran for less than half the number of performances of the earlier, sunnier show (890 as opposed to 2,212). But many critics have since acclaimed it as Rodgers & Hammerstein's greatest work.

Above, Jan Clayton and John Raitt (the latter, then unknown, making his sensational Broadway debut), the original Julie Jordan and Billy Bigelow, in the show's opening scene.

Photo: Associated Press

[marsmarvel02]

I find it so funny that there are two separate stage musicals where actors in roller skates represent living vehicles.

The first is Starlight Express, written by ANDREW FRUCKING LLOYD WEBER, with a crazy catchy soundtrack and a plot about train racing, train romance, a murderous caboose, and steam engine Jesus.

No, I’m not kidding about that last one.

And the second…

Nordland Teater’s adaptation of Elias: The Little Rescue Boat, featuring absurd costumes and atrocious seagull puppets.

[davekat-sucks]

worst musical youve ever sat through?

I don't attend live musicals, sadly. Only listen to them via soundtrack or through recordings/filming, be it cartoons that have musical elements like Disney or live-action stage ones based on anime. But if I had to choose, it probably be the Tom and Jerry: The Movie in 1992. Aside from some moments in the movie that are memey, the songs don't really click to me.

[omgitsrin]

From the Tehran Times Website this Corpse Bride stage production, directed by Omid Reza Sepehri, was held at the Espinas Palace Hotel back in May 2019. As far as I know there is no footage of this production and to be frank it's a crime.

UPDATE: There’s content from the Director’s Instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CPrPiioAIiK/

[thediaryofcrowmartin]

Poll time!

Even though I have SOME idea about who's gonna win (Cough cough, Bernadette Peters, cough cough) I wanna do this poll anyways!

Between these two versions of Sunday In The Park With George

Which do you prefer?

Poll's gonna be open for a week, so theater kids, do your thing and circulate this

[mediaomnivore]

My father is totally obsessing on the new Shōgun TV series from FX. It’s based on a novel from 1975 by a white guy, which isn’t necessarily the kind of thing I would usually go in for; I am often suspicious of fiction about Japan written by foreigners. But, because my dad is so into it, I started reading more about the story, and it turns out that the novel was also adapted into a flop Broadway musical in 1990, which I find absolutely fascinating and I must know more.

[jess-frances-b]

Anyone know which stage musicals are available to watch recordings of either online or DVD? I feel a bit left out of that part of pop culture since I'm not really able to travel to other cities to go and see them, and not all of them have a movie adaptation.

I'm a bit disappointed that they split Wicked into 2 parts because if I see the first part, I'll want to avoid spoilers for what happens next until the next part is out, so I sort of want to see the stage musical but I don't know if there's an official recording of it or if there's only illegal recordings and/or recordings that could easily be taken offline at any moment.

[rebelsafoot]

i took out the other people sitting at the table in the original comic because i did NOT want to draw glindas gay ass friends

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Forgive me.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fic Idea: Online Siren

Danny makes a mistake. Or maybe he struck gold. Depending on the perspective you were looking through.

It starts one night when Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz get together for a private party on Tucker's birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Foley had let them have the whole house to themselves on the agreement that it would only be the four of them. They would be keeping an eye on the security camera and motion detectors around the property. At the slightest hints of Tucker having a house party, the pair would return from Mr. Foley's sister's house to shut it down.

The group of teenagers were more than happy not to invite anyone. It's not like anyone would show- at least not with good intentions. They had an entire night plan- coffee drinks based on their types, video games, boardgames ones, painting hour, karaoke, movies, and cake after presents.

They all pitched in for pizza, and Sam offered to buy everyone breakfast in the morning. The party started at four and would end at ten the following morning. The boys would sleep in Tucker's room while Sam and Jazz crashed in the guest room together.

Danny hadn't had that much fun in such a long time that he didn't even shy away from Sam's video camera while singing. The youngest Fenton has always had a fantastic singing voice, but his stage fright has stopped him from showing off his skill in front of anyone who was not close friends or family.

The following morning, while eating at Tucker's favorite breakfast restaurant, Sam checked her phone after noticing all the buzzing. Danny could catch her face turning pastly white at whatever was on her screen. She taps aggressively, nearly frantically, which gains the attention of Tucker and Jazz.

"Sam? Everything good?" Jazz asks gentely.

"I..no..I'm sorry, Danny," She whispers after staring hopelessly at her screen. "I meant to save it in our private share, not...the anonymous one."

"What?"

"I...post poetry anonymously on this voice website. It's audio recordings only." She explains, placing the phone on the table. Her voice is hesitant. "Last night....I accidentally posted the video of you singing from the Karaoke machine I saved. The one from the Realms. And some of my followers saved it and shared it. It's trending."

Danny feels his stomach drop into his legs. "What?"

"No one knows who you are!" Sam blurts as Tucker quickly pulls out his own phone. A few seconds later, Danny's voice blares out of his speaker, the melody blending well with his singing. The Karaoke has a recording option that deletes background noise, making it far more professional than four teenagers dancing around the Foley's coffee table.

"Dude, this sounds amazing," Tucker says after a moment. "I can't believe I finally have a recording of your singing. Just look at these comments!"

The song is an open domain in the Infinite Realms, telling the tell of the first King's fall. It's rather popular for its revolutionary themes and near musical lyrics that blended with the rapid flute melody, so finding a ghost willing to share a Karaoke version took nearly no effort. People online think Danny was the songwriter.

The song on Sam's page had ninty-thousand listens, with just as many downloads- each download places ten cents in her account. So far, Danny's singing has made nine thousand dollars. It's only been twelve hours!

It got so much traction because Damian Wayne had made an edit with a popular anime and posted it on his personal account. His small usage had exploded Danny's song in only a few hours.

"Take it down!" Danny hisses, slapping a hand over Tucker's screen and glancing at nearby tables. "Sam, please take your post down."

"I did! I swear! But it's too late to stop it from spreading on the WorldClip." She tells him, and Danny's heart feels like it will explode until Jazz gently speaks up.

"Sam, can Danny have those nine grand?"

His best friend blinks momently, thrown by the question before she nods, "Of course! It's his money."

"Hmm." Jazz taps her fingers under her chin before turning Danny's face towards her. It's not until her gentle pats on his back that he realizes he is hyperventilating. "You should post more on that anonymous website. Sam can write the songs, Tucker can make the music, and you can sing."

"What!?" He choked, shocked she would even ask him. Tucker and Sam are eyeing them with wide eyes, frozen in their seats. No one knew where the fear had come from, but the two knew how badly Danny reacted to the idea of performing.

Tucker first met Danny when the boy panicked in the music room. After it was announced, the students would be singing Twinkle Little Star in the first grade. It was the first time Tucker had ever called nine-one-one, too.

He was praised as a hero, while Danny was scolded for overreacting. Tucker had held his hand until the sobbing boy's parents came to pick him up and has never left his side since.

"Danny, this fear has always left you in shambles. I think it would help you. This could be a form of exposal therapy," She says, then shrugs her shoulder. "Think about it. No one will know who you are, but your music could reach thousands without you ever having to show your face. You could pay for the college you wanted to go to in Gotham this way. All of you."

Neither Danny's nor Tucker's parents could afford to send them to Gotham University despite it being their dream school. Sam's parents refused to pay for a "useless" degree such as Botany. They had been growing uneasy with the realization dreams were not always promised as the end of the senior year approached in only a few short months.

They would never ask it of him, but Danny could see the genuine hope tucked in their eyes as they waited for his response. He licked his lips, feeling his heart still beating a mile a minute under his rib cage.

He didn't like being this paralyzed by an irrational fear. He also really wanted to help them reach their dreams.

So Danny opens his mouth and whispers, "Only until we can get to Gotham to find jobs"

Jazz's smile is bright.

________________________________________________________

A few months later, Damian practically runs Tim over in his rush to connect to the game room's surround system. Jon is hot on his heels and has the decency to shout an apology as the pre-teens rush by.

"Hey! Watch it!" He still screams at their backs, irritated. "I could've dropped my croissant!"

"Sorry again Tim!"

"You're fat anyway, Drake!"

Tim rolls his eyes, adjusting his hold on his plate as Dick rounds the corner that the children had appeared from. "What's got them rushing?"

"Online Siren just dropped a new song." Dick laughs. "Dami is a bit of a fan."

"Online Siren?"

"That's right, you were in space for five months. Online Siren is this anonymous singer that everyone is going crazy over on the internet. He's an amazing singer, but because no one knows anything about him. Not even Babs."

Tim raises a brow. "He could be using autotune."

"Maybe, but Tim, I'm telling you. Listen to his music, and you'll find you can't stop. Siren is a fitting name."

"He can't be that good," Tim mutters, following his eldest brother into the game room, where Damian and Jon have blared the speakers to the loudest setting and dancing around.

Tim draws up short at the sight of Damian Wayne actually crying as he sings along to the lyrics, acting as if the singer was right there in front of him and he was a long-time fan.

Then, the music invades his ears, and Tim feels like he is ascending on a different plane. The smooth, near silk-like voice glinds into his chest, rattling his bones, and his knees shake when the man holds a soft, seductive "Oh" for a few seconds longer then necessary.

It sends shivers down his spine.

"What is this!? It's so good!" He screams at the dancing Dick, who laughs.

"I know, right!?"

"It's too good. I think this is a real siren." Tim continues, pressing his hands over his ears. His mind flashes back to the few months he spent with his team, running for a mind-controlling alien that had nearly trapped them in the third space sector. "Dick, we're in danger! Get around from the speakers! Mind control!"

Dick stops dancing with a sigh, muttering under his breath as Tim rushes to the control panel of the speaker system. As soon as he slams it off, Damian releases a screech of an angered cat and launches at him, demanding his music back. Jon flouts nervously on the side as the two youngest Waynes brothers roll on the ground, yelling insults and taking dirty shots.

"I wish I could enjoy things with my siblings without them ruining it." He mumbles, striding forward to break up the fight, only to scream when Tim pulls out pepper spray, yowling like a madman.

"Mind control! Mind control!"

"My EYES! "

"Drake, stop!"

"You'll never get me Siren! Never!"

".I'm going to go get Mr.Wayne!"

"Make haste, Jon! Bring my father to stop this baffoon-my eyes! Drake, you bastard!"

[showamagicalgirls]

Back cover and discs for the Cutie Honey Emotional stage show DVD

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Cole Porter's final musical, Silk Stockings, opened on February 24, 1955 at the Imperial Theater. Loosely based on the story and film Ninotchka, it starred Hildegard Neff and Don Ameche. Also in the cast were Gretchen Wyler, David Opatoshu, and a young Julie Newmar. The most famous song from it is "All of You."

Above, first-night crowds entering the theater. Below, two members of the crowd, Lena Horne and her husband, Leonard Hayton.

Top photo: Hans von Nolde for the AP Bottom photo: Associated Press

[wolfythewitch]

My two designs :]

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: musical