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Oct. 26th, 2005 03:12 pmMonday night (rainy, cold Monday) I went to see Richard Thompson play at the Somerville Theater. He was wonderful, of course. The only thing that bugs me about these shows is that I feel they aren't as dionysian as they ought to be. Granted, everyone in the audience is at least 40. The man sitting next to me was about 70, and actively pursuing culture in all of its forms--he informed me that this weekend he's taking a Greyhound bus to Brooklyn to see his favorite French actress do a monologue. He asked if I ever did any theater; I said yes, but only crazy roles--then the show started. It was sold out.
Every show he does some silly, cabaret-ish numbers (the "Alexander Graham Bell" song, about all the things he invented). This time there was also "I've got the hots for the smarts," which included the line: "a girl with a feel / for Faraday's wheel..." Moments like that give me the illusion that I'm still at St. John's--"Begone Dull Care," only a million times better.
Every show he does some silly, cabaret-ish numbers (the "Alexander Graham Bell" song, about all the things he invented). This time there was also "I've got the hots for the smarts," which included the line: "a girl with a feel / for Faraday's wheel..." Moments like that give me the illusion that I'm still at St. John's--"Begone Dull Care," only a million times better.
