This past weekend being Easter weekend as it was, one of our traditions was to watch Jesus Christ Superstar with all of it’s controversy, disturbing imagery and, of course, it’s most excellent players and music. But this year Laurie had ordered the DVD Special Edition version of the movie so it was 3 times as vivid an experience of the old non-stereo tape we usually watched.
And like every other year that we go through this experience, afterward I go around with one of the songs of the movie (play, what have you) stuck in my head for week or more until my old musically enhanced brain cells of yore finally become saturated to the point where I can finally flush it out of my head till next Easter.
I can’t help it. It’s the rhythm of the thing that does it. Besides, you have 3 of the Jesus Christ Superstar greats singing the piece so it’s no wonder it sticks in my noggin. Wonder if it has the same kind of affect on other folks?
That brings back memories, I even remember the guy who took me to see it. Wow was I young!
What’s the buzz?
Tell me what’s a-happening.
What’s the buzz?
Tell me what’s a-happening.
What’s the buzz?
Tell me what’s a-happening.
Elaine – That’s Laurie’s favorite also. And I still haven’t been able to flush “Everything’s Alright” out of my head yet. I think I’m going slightly mad.
No…wait…I’ve always been that way.
Never mind.
I’ve actually only seen it for the first time last week. I loved it! Although this wasn’t my favourite song.
Oh wow the memories….
I don’t know how to take this.
I don’t see why he moves me.
He’s a man. He’s just a man.
And I’ve had so many men before,
In very many ways,
He’s just one more.
Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I’d come to this.
What’s it all about?
mmm brilliant stuff
Kate – Just when I manage to flush the songs out of my head until next Easter, that shoves them back in again….
just couldn’t help it my dear – saw it a million years ago in London and stayed so long clapping and cheering that even a brisk run through ‘the streets of London’ couldn’t get me to my train home – wonderful memories!