Last night I signed up to do Ladies Who Lunch at karaoke. Because as long as my sinuses are giving me trouble Im going to be on my speak-singing tour of greater Philadelphia. When the song came on it was slower than I remembered and had a strange melody. Then the lyrics appeared: Pretty women. Fascinating. Drinking coffee... I was like I dont think this is Ladies Who Lunch. And the DJ was like Yes the hell it is. So I started to sing along and I thought maybe theres a preamble to Ladies Who Lunch that nobody ever sings. Which, of course, there isnt. I didnt get this old and this gay to not know how Ladies Who Lunch begins. But the DJ was insistent. The title says Ladies Who Lunch and I have a guy who always sings this. Finally I stopped singing. This is from Sweeney Todd, sir. I beg of you, desist. The DJ fast-forwarded the song. Lo and behold it became Ladies Who Lunch. I was like Oh, this must be a Sondheim medley. Alas, I was not wearing the right costume for a medley. So I didnt get to sing. And I guess thats that. There is no real end to this story but Im going to tell it to my children anyway. And theyll say Dad, what is the point of the story? And Ill say The point of this story is: always have courage of your convictions when it comes to Sondheim! And know the lyrics! Oh, and when youre going to hide, know where youre going. And how to get back. And eat first.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 15:05:34 +0000
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