For Lent, my church put on a production of Godspell, which wrapped up performances yesterday. I caught the show Friday night and have been listening to the soundtrack incessantly since then. (I even watched the 1973 film version starring Alias’ Victor Garber as Jesus sporting a giant ‘fro. Boy. Talk about hippie love.)
Anyhoo. This Godspell-mania has done a few things to me:
- It has convinced me that I miss performing. Seriously. I may have to audition for the next production.
- It’s emboldened me to sing even louder at church which, much to the chagrin of the people around me, is something that I just can’t help. Again, Archie = shameless.
- It’s made me realize that some thirty-odd years later, hippie outfits notwithstanding, the story’s original source is timeless as ever.
Maybe I can play Knight #2 in Once Upon A Mattress again.