8/1/11: grand finale

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Highlights from last night’s dance show, Shout!:

  • Some of the dancers are Broadway/Laker Girl/So You Think You Can Dance-finalist good. Some are more on the level of the high school kids I took jazz classes from in eighth grade. But I idolized those kids, so saying you dance like Stella Choe is not an insult.

  • They opened with an oldies medley: “Born to be Wild,” “Yakety Yak,” “Rock ‘N Roll is Here to Stay.” But again the show took a Red State turn, with cowboy hats and a Jesus-praising gospel number with purple choir robes covering the swimsuits from the Beach Blanket Bingo number.

  • There were a couple of songs from Hair—I liked seeing a nod to actual musical theater. Were they taking us through the decades? From poodle skirts to Mad Men-style beachwear to psychedelic? With detours through early ‘90s country, calypso and yet another America tribute?

  • Final note: The Macarena is alive and well and living on the Carnival Paradise.

Comments

Cheryl said…
Thanks--it's the good ol' hold-the-camera-at-arm's-length self-portrait.
August 2, 2011 at 10:22 PM
Peter Varvel said…
I idolized those kids, too (I still do!).
August 3, 2011 at 8:58 AM
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