WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE IN THIS POST
I might have developed this... uh....little... small... (wee really)... obsession with Tim Minchin. Nothing warranting Mr. Minchin seeking out a restraining order or anything. It's totally the Bloggess's fault. In September of this year, she mentioned him in one of her posts. I watched some clips on You Tube and fell hard for this comic musical genius.
I'm talking Donny Osmond/Shaun Cassidy hard.* I want a poster of him for my bedroom ceiling. I'm this close to imagining what kind of eyes our babies would have. Imagine scribblers filled with Mrs. Heather Minchin in curly letters, embellished with illuminated hearts and glitter glue.
The dude is so freaking cool - it's hard to impart that kind of adoration in a non-sexual/stalker context. He is the most profanely profound comedian/musician I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Think Louis C.K. as a composer-singer. Minchin has the goods, and for a guy who doesn't read music he will blow your fucking mind with his piano playing.
(Mr. Minchin - I'm really not a stalker - nothing at ALL close to Kathy Bates in ANY context here - I promise - just your average Canadian Musical Theatre Geek - who salivates just a titch when you squeeze 25 syllables into a musical phrase and can articulate them all.)
Last week we drove 45 minutes to see a simulcast of Jesus Christ Superstar from the UK. I would have gone to see it anyway as Superstar is my favourite rock opera of all time (the best of Rice and Webber), but when I found out that Tim Minchin was starring as Judas, I lost my mind... in an adorable, not-at-all-threatening, nor indicating any sort of psychotic break, way.
The production itself was fan-fucking-tastic! (It wasn't perfect, there were some musical direction things that I didn't agree with... DON'T, for the love of Ian Gillan, go for the Big Broadway Finish ANYWHERE in Superstar. It doesn't need it.) The tour was well-staged, well-acted not too dancy-dancy... Melanie C as Mary Magdalene killed it, Ben Foster did a great job as Jesus, Alex Hanson as Pilate was delicious, Pete Gallagher's first notes as Ciaphus nearly had me creaming my pants... but Minchin? Was freaking brilliant as Judas. I didn't know he had the chops to sing it - as that epiphany hit me, I fell harder and harder for the dude. Judas's (spoiler alert) death had me in tears - and I wasn't even anywhere close to my period.
Then there's Christmas Day! Less than a month from getting the chance to see Superstar - Les Mis will be in theatres. Please, please, please don't let them fuck it up! Please! Let it be the perfect thing for my family to do on Christmas Day!!! Please, please, please!!! Let me get chills, let me weep, let it be all that a musical theatre geek could hope for!!!**
*(OR for people a decade younger... Michael Jackson/Rick Astley hard.... OR for people two decades younger... Backstreet Boys/NSync hard... if you're any younger than that you probably shouldn't be reading this blog.)
**Spoiler Alert - Les Mis (apart from Anne Hathaway's I Dreamed a Dream and Eddie Redmayne's Empty Chairs at Empty Tables) did NOT live up to its hype. For the love of all that's holy in musical theatre give us some fucking long shots!
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