Shephard Summers

Myth Buster

August 29th, 2005–

 

Myth: Most gay people love musical theatre.

Reality: This year’s blockbuster Tony Award winning musical SPAMALOT took 3 months to sell 100,000 cast recordings (CD’s).

There are approximately 280 million people in the United States. Supposedly 10% of them are gay (conservatively low figure, but let’s go with it). That would mean there are about 56 million gay people in the United States. And most of these gay people are supposed to love musical theatre. Yeah, right. 

100,000 CD’s sold would be only 1/5 of 1% of the gay population of the United States. And we know that gay people aren’t the only ones to have bought the CD, so that means that LESS than 1/5th of 1% bought the CD.

Is it a bad musical

It won the Tony Award for Best Musical 3 months ago, and continues to be in the top 5 grossing musicals on Broadway every week — just last week, it grossed $1 million dollars. So I don’t think this is a factor. 

But if gay people were ga-ga over musical theatre like the myth would have the world believe… the sales for any musical’s cast recording would need to indicate that at least a paltry 10 million people were buying them. Not 100,000

Conclusion: Even if my math sucks here (often the case), I’m still not far off.  Musical Theatre is an under-appreciated artform in the United States, regardless of sexual predisposition. 

You either like musical theatre, or you don’t. Figures would indicate that Gay people don’t seem to be any more or less fond of it than anyone else.


–Shephard 🙂
 
“You need three things in the theatre — the play, the actors and the audience, and each must give something.”
~Kenneth Haigh, 1958

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Carved in Stone

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“How life finally beats the youth out of us
leaving us with wisdom and sensibility….
The lines that I will no longer cross
are the ones I treasure most.”
–Jann Arden

 

 

As my years soak into me…
I begin to really cherish being soaked.

 

I think about how my family and friends have tumbled through the years together, and about all the relationships that have come and gone… where are these people now? What did their lives become?

Do they ever think about what they took away with them from our shared experience? I wonder.

I don’t think I actually want to know what they took away with them. It’s like being shown how a magic trick works: It’s so disappointing and your memory of the event is forever colored by the reality of knowing how it actually happened.

I think about the following: The blind optimism of youth, There are more fish in the sea, One bad apple don’t spoil the whole bunch.

People cavalierly discard relationships and friendships as if they grew in vast berry fields, free for the picking. “This one has a bad spot, so I’ll just toss it.”

Imagine the richness and value we’d all cultivate if we were alotted a certain number of people per life and told:

“That’s it. It’s gotta last, so make it work. Make good and put your best into every relationship. Understand, love and cherish these people. They’re all you get.”

We’d be forced to be the best we can be… or be hermits.
Maybe it does work that way, and we haven’t the scope and foresight to see this.

People give up too easily. These lyrics to an Indigo Girls’ song, The Power of Two, ring so true to me, even 12 years after I originally heard them:

And if we ever leave a legacy
It’s that we loved each other well
Cause I’ve seen the shadows
of so many people
Trying on the treasures of youth
But a road that fancy and fast
Ends in a fatal crash
And I’m glad we got off
To tell you the truth
All the shiny little
trinkets of temptation (make new friends)
Something new
instead of something old
All you gotta do is
scratch beneath the surface
And it’s fools gold

It’s not easy to carve those things in stone that really matter, and to write those trivial ego-things in sand where they wash cleanly away. If it were, we’d still have just about every friend we ever made. And the divorce rate would be lower.

The treasures of youth are fool’s gold, lionized, lauded and applauded by the media. And the media would like us to feel badly about aging, about outgrowing the fool’s gold of youth. I’m not buying it. I’m happy to grow beyond it and resist it as best I can.

 

~Shephard 🙂

 

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Grateful

Something important to think about on birthdays …
or maybe every day.

(It has a couple barely religious lyrics, but I like to think it was probably written so that it could be appreciated beyond the limitations of religion)

 

 

GRATEFUL

by John Bucchino

I’ve got a roof over my head

I’ve got a warm place to sleep

Some nights I lie awake,

counting gifts instead

of counting sheep.

I’ve got a heart that can hold love.

I’ve got a mind that can think.

There may be times

when I lose my way

and let my spirit sink.

But I can’t stay depressed

when I remember how I’m blessed.

Grateful, Grateful…

truly grateful I am.

Grateful, grateful…

truly blessed and duly grateful.

 

In a city of strangers…

I’ve got a family of friends.

No matter what rocks and

brambles fill the way

I know that they will stay

until the end.

I feel a hand holding my hand.

it’s not a hand you can see.

But on the road to the promised land

this hand will shepherd me

Through delight and despair,

holding tight and always there.

Grateful, grateful…

truly grateful I am.

Grateful, grateful…

truly blessed and duly grateful.

It’s not that I don’t want a lot,

or hope for more

or dream of more,

But giving thanks for what I’ve got

makes me so much happier

than keeping score.

In a world that can bring pain,

I will still take each chance.

For I believe that whatever the terrain,

our feet can learn to dance.

Whatever stone life may sling,

we can moan or we can sing.

Grateful, Grateful…

truly grateful I am.

Grateful, grateful…

truly blessed and duly grateful.

Truly blessed….and duly grateful.

 

–Shephard 

Grateful: The Songs of John Bucchino

at Amazon.com:

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