The right movie for the season
In keeping with the seasonal theme, I dug deep into the archives and dusted off the only rock opera with an Easter theme: JC Superstar. And now, after 100 minutes in the desert, I’m ready for something less seasonal.
Seriously, if I’d wanted to move a half-ton of boxes around downstairs, I might have found my original cassette version. Taped from the CFOR broadcast close to forty years ago, complete with commentary (from Jack Latimer if memory serves me) while the vinyl was flipped and flopped, the quality might not have been high fidelity. Instead, I turned to the movie version from 1974; only two members from the original cast, but visually “way cooler”.
I didn’t know, as a kid with a cassette player, that this was a real stage production. Costumes, sets, everything that makes a musical into something memorable. Instead, I settled for learning the lyrics, and I still find myself doing subaudible renditions while spending too long waiting for the bus. I can remember going to the movie (in Charlottetown), bewildered by the way the producer had eschewed reality and substituted scaffolding.
This evening, I had the pleasure of a private screen and good headphones. My movie, with my pauses and my interrupted moments (a lost television remote trumps watching a movie around here).
For the first time, I visited the local dojo; a chance to watch son #3 practicing his kata as he works towards a green belt in aikido. He’s been working hard for the last year, and although I have no compulsion to join him on the tatami, I’m a moral supporter. Plus, I had to deliver a camera to immortalize his efforts.
