I might have been in high school the first time I saw a production of Jesus Christ Superstar. It was a local production and I went with my mom, although I don’t remember the impetus for it. I loved it so much that I went back the next night and took my sister. Then we both went back for closing night.
Like I said: Awe. Some.
A lot of soundtrack listening and movie viewing ensued. And, as a matter of fact, nearly all of my knowledge of the Bible comes from this very rock opera. As such, my knowledge of the Bible may be a bit skewed.
I went to see the 1992 touring revival starring Ted Neeley and Carl Anderson. I went with my sister, the San Francisco production was fabulous, and I walked away with a tie-dye T-shirt with a picture of Christ’s head and the words, “1992 A.D. Tour.”
Totally. Awe. Some.
Then tonight I took Alex to see it because it was playing nearby at Wolf Trap, and because I really wanted to see it again. Ostensibly this was my anniversary present to Alex. I say ostensibly because, although I genuinely intended it as a gift for him, he was not nearly as enthralled as I. Maybe I’ll buy him a tie or something.
Anyway, the show was, yep, that’s right: awesome. This was the last scheduled night of Ted Neeley’s so-called Farewell Tour although he made some comments at the curtain call that lead me to believe that he just might enjoy playing Jesus a little too much to let it go. The show I saw in San Francisco was better, but this one was plenty fun. I actually, literally got chills when the music first started up. (Maybe this is the time to admit that I am totally a theatre nerd.)
There was some slow-motion dance at the beginning, causing Alex to quote from TV: “I can’t tell you, but I can show you through interpretive dance.” He was also astute enough to notice that Herod was wearing the very same orange Crocs that Quinn has. (“Orange ones,” he whispered.)
It was really thrilling for me and we came home to a peaceful house with sleeping boys and a hamper of folded laundry that my mom had somehow conned Sam into helping to fold. A DVD-burning issue I’d been having all day resolved itself while I was gone, and I was left with a perfect DVD. And my mom came up with a brilliant way of keeping the kids from wandering around the house between the hours of 7:30 and 10 p.m. that I’d never even thought of. (It involves the pull-out couch, as well as threats of banishment to their room, and will only work so long as my mom is in town, but that still gives us two weeks.)
Say it with me now: Awe. Fucking. Some.