I was honored when my daughter Brittany invited me to be a guest writer on her blog. My mind raced with subject matter ranging from my kooky retirement life with her hilarious dad to new food recipes tried but gone life-threateningly wrong. I thought about my past week and the evening fun I had encountered and my subject matter was ready for paper.
Last week my hubby Jack and I took a chance on an e-mail advertised show at our local playhouse; this is quite an adventure in this little town of limited nightlife. I love the exhilaration of the theatre and how, for an hour or two, one is able to fall prey to the stage. It’s more than a show but a chance to be somewhere else, or someone else, and to also feast your eyes on appropriate sets and costumes, all while sitting in your seat. Well then, let the show begin!
Malt Shop Memories and More… was written and directed by Deanna Fielden, a local gal with many community and professional credits to her name. The show opened with two seventy-ish year old tapettes, visually and meticulously counting every dance step without any sign of a smile. I was extremely reluctant to look over at Jack who rarely does theatre because of moments just like this! Suddenly and thankfully the momentum shifted like my car on the Autobahn. A thin and feisty black man named Jacques suddenly appeared on stage like a rabbit out of black hat. He tore off his dazzling satin cape and proceeded to gyrate to the familiar tune of Elvis’s Hound Dog! Without warning, the sweet lady in the wheelchair next to me threw off her lap blanket, stood up, and feeling the exuberance of Elvis with all limbs in motion, was definitely reliving a magical time in her life. My thoughts suddenly shifted to her, but not for long, as I realized that Jack was tapping in his seat and singing along to Duke of Earl- which he informed me was his favorite song back then. The singers shifted and Madeline Tanner was singing Joplin’s Piece of My Heart, my favorite. Flashbacks of past experiences in the 60’s raced through my mind… a mesmerizing mind movie indeed. This show really was a walk down memory lane for hubby and me. It brought back days of Woodstock for him. For me, it was a musical retreat to the jukebox and the tunes of that time.
We slept good that night. We fell asleep thinking of songs that we loved that missed the script. Visions of The Twist, The Monkey and The Stroll danced in our heads and we were like two little kids snuggled in bed on Christmas Eve! Once again, let the show begin! Good night!