Well, with 6 days to go before showtime I announced Henry Purcell's "Now The Maids and the Men" was being cut from the show. Curiously, two of the cast actually want it put back in. Julia has, last I heard, headed off to the library at the University of New Mexico to try to get a copy of the sheet music off the microfiche they have there.
Meanwhile I've got to do something to make that Tobacco Is Like Love song more interesting. I have been listening to lots of Danny Elfman and trying to think of what he'd have done with that song, especially back in his Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo days. I'm attempting to "feel" the song but it's such a ridiculous little piece. The lyrics are:
Tobacco, tobacco, sing sweetly for tobacco.
Tobacco is like love, O love it,
For you see, I will prove it.
Love maketh lean the fat men's tumor,
So doth tobacco.
Love still dries up the wanton humor,
So doth tobacco.
Love makes men sail from shore to shore,
So doth tobacco,
'Tis fond love often makes men poor,
So doth tobacco.
Love makes men scorn all coward fears,
So doth tobacco.
Love often sets men by the ears,
So doth tobacco.
Tobacco, tobacco, sing sweetly for tobacco.
Tobacco is like love, O love it,
For you see, I have prov'd it.
It's a hard enough song just to sing, and adding a little more character might compensate for my bad notes.
Meanwhile I've got to do something to make that Tobacco Is Like Love song more interesting. I have been listening to lots of Danny Elfman and trying to think of what he'd have done with that song, especially back in his Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo days. I'm attempting to "feel" the song but it's such a ridiculous little piece. The lyrics are:
Tobacco, tobacco, sing sweetly for tobacco.
Tobacco is like love, O love it,
For you see, I will prove it.
Love maketh lean the fat men's tumor,
So doth tobacco.
Love still dries up the wanton humor,
So doth tobacco.
Love makes men sail from shore to shore,
So doth tobacco,
'Tis fond love often makes men poor,
So doth tobacco.
Love makes men scorn all coward fears,
So doth tobacco.
Love often sets men by the ears,
So doth tobacco.
Tobacco, tobacco, sing sweetly for tobacco.
Tobacco is like love, O love it,
For you see, I have prov'd it.
It's a hard enough song just to sing, and adding a little more character might compensate for my bad notes.
Love piques the pulse and abstinence abhors
So doth tobacco
Love seeks to sooth by chafing lips and tangling men's tongues
So doth tobacco
Love wracks the heart & wounds the lungs
So doth tobacco
Love spurns the chill and warms the grate
So doth tobacco
Love brands impatience on the lover's pate
So doth tobacco
Love wreaths the curls of churlish star crossed fate
So doth tobacco
Love quickens when desires abound
So doth tobacco
Love curls its seductive tendrils tightening round
So doth tobacco