I saw a musical last night. It’s the first musical I’ve seen in ages, and it was – it was different. It was good, really good, but I was distracted by the way it was different to the last musical I saw. You can’t help but compare these things, I think, because that’s the only frame of reference you’ve got – unless you see musicals every weekend.
I wonder whether comparing things like this is a recipe for upset; for feeling like perhaps there’s always something better or pining for something that you’ve idealised. We don’t really want to re-watch the first musical we ever saw, I think – I think we want to be the person we were when we saw it. There’s no going back, though. There’s no going home.
And there is a certain joy in being able to watch a musical with all the experience you’ve gained since your first. For example – you can see Sweeney Todd and hear the repeated themes of Dies Irae and wind up your friends by pointing out the people who are going to die, because Dies Irae is a musical metaphor for Death. And that’s a cool, albeit completely useless, superpower to have.
And I think it also gives you a bit more – distance, maybe? You can identify styles you like and don’t like; be more thoughtful; pick things you’ve not seen and put less pressure on yourself to enjoy it.
Anyway. Six: The Musical is playing at the Arts Theatre in Leicester Square. The theatre’s tiny and the characters are enormous, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s pure joy inserted directly into your eyes and ears. Go see it.
November is National Blog Posting Month, or NaBloPoMo. I’ll be endeavouring to write one blog post per day in the month of November 2019 – some short and sweet, others long and boring.