I cry every time I see a good Broadway show, usually within the first five minutes. I get this ginormous smile on my face and the tears start flowing. Wednesday was no different.
I'd been wanting to see Once the Musical since it was Off Broadway, but I just could never see it. Finally it made the move to the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre....and I still couldn't get to see it. It was just one of those things: when I had the money, i didn't have the time. When I had the time, I didn't have the money. After hearing so many people say again and again how good it was, I said enough is enough and dragged my bum out to finally see it.
Now, I have never seen the movie it's based on. I honestly never had any desire to despite the fact that I've had the soundtrack ever since the day it came out (side note: I will never ever feel cool enough to say that an album "dropped". Never). I just assumed it was a love story with beautiful music.
The show began before the lights even went down with the cast all jamming out on stage with their various musical instruments. You could just see the passion and joy pouring out of each and every one of them. They truly are living their dreams. That's what gets me each and every time. It's a quality I fall in love with over and over and over again whether it's in a person or a show or a performance or anything really. That passion, that pure LIFE exuding from every pore. When Steve Kazee took the stage for his first heart-wrenching number, he took everything up a step further. Technically it wasn't a joyful song, but the passion and life were all there. The tears, they came. As soon as I left the theatre, I bought the cast recording so I could remember that feeling.
This is exactly what life is. This is how it should be. Far too often I intellectualize moments and feelings to save my heart. My God, I am so very guilty of that. But what exactly am I saving myself from? I need to start living my life like I do in the first five minutes of a Broadway show. I need to feel that passion and joy and life in everything around me and feed it back into others. I'll try not to let myself cry TOO much (I have blonde eyelashes. Mascara is very important), but I will not keep that ginormous smile off my face.
Thank God for music, for its healing powers. And thank you, Once. Thank you for reminding me to be brave.
Thank you for letting me fall in love again.
I'd been wanting to see Once the Musical since it was Off Broadway, but I just could never see it. Finally it made the move to the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre....and I still couldn't get to see it. It was just one of those things: when I had the money, i didn't have the time. When I had the time, I didn't have the money. After hearing so many people say again and again how good it was, I said enough is enough and dragged my bum out to finally see it.
Now, I have never seen the movie it's based on. I honestly never had any desire to despite the fact that I've had the soundtrack ever since the day it came out (side note: I will never ever feel cool enough to say that an album "dropped". Never). I just assumed it was a love story with beautiful music.
The show began before the lights even went down with the cast all jamming out on stage with their various musical instruments. You could just see the passion and joy pouring out of each and every one of them. They truly are living their dreams. That's what gets me each and every time. It's a quality I fall in love with over and over and over again whether it's in a person or a show or a performance or anything really. That passion, that pure LIFE exuding from every pore. When Steve Kazee took the stage for his first heart-wrenching number, he took everything up a step further. Technically it wasn't a joyful song, but the passion and life were all there. The tears, they came. As soon as I left the theatre, I bought the cast recording so I could remember that feeling.
This is exactly what life is. This is how it should be. Far too often I intellectualize moments and feelings to save my heart. My God, I am so very guilty of that. But what exactly am I saving myself from? I need to start living my life like I do in the first five minutes of a Broadway show. I need to feel that passion and joy and life in everything around me and feed it back into others. I'll try not to let myself cry TOO much (I have blonde eyelashes. Mascara is very important), but I will not keep that ginormous smile off my face.
Thank God for music, for its healing powers. And thank you, Once. Thank you for reminding me to be brave.
Thank you for letting me fall in love again.
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