Mamma Mia!
I saw Demitri Martin's standup routine the other night. He was telling a joke about how he has a problem, because he likes rainbows, but he is not gay. I empathize.
I like ABBA, and I love musicals. You can only imagine my excitement at seeing cheap tickets for good seats to "Mamma Mia!" a musical based on the songs of, and I am DEAD serious, ABBA. This was quite frankly one of the best shows I have seen in a while. When the bridal party started singing "Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!" I thought I was going to lose it. Amazing, incredible, mind-blowing, etc. None of these words describe the coolness of this show. Which once again leads to the question perhaps as old as the stage itself:
Why can't real life be more like a musical?
Could you imagine if we all settled our disputes by dancing? I would probably spend a good deal of time in the loser's circle, but that's OK. It would be worth it to look forward to seeing the couple who are horrible yet simultaneously perfect for each other settle their disputes every day with a duet over lunch.
Simply walking down the street with something on your mind would be enough to warrant a chorus number.
Love would be more lovely, and everyone would be happy by the end of the day, or at least gotten what was deserved.
Even something as sad as a homeless man on the street asking for your spare change could start up a tap dance!
The point is, this show was made with songs that I already knew. I have always wondered what my soundtrack would be like if my life was a movie, and whether or not I would know the songs. If life were a musical, however, I would definitely know the songs, as I would be the one singing them!
If you have the means, go see "Mamma Mia!" You don't really need to know any ABBA songs, though if you pretend you have never heard "Dancing Queen" I am calling your bluff right now.