A couple of days ago Hans took me to see a high school musical production of Cats in Cooperstown.
I expected the worst. I’m sorry, but just the idea of a high school musical production of Cats seems pretty giggle worthy.
It turned out, however, to be really excellent.
When I was growing up, my sister had the Broadway Cast Album of Cats so I knew all the songs, I’d just never seen the show before and it was surprisingly engaging. The cast had a lot of talent and energy and the choreography and direction was really tight (it was directed by parents of two of the students, who had actually done professional theater work).
It’s actually a pretty moving show. I felt so sorry for Grizabella the Glamour Cat that I actually started tearing up a couple times which was peculiar as I almost never cry during movies or when I’m reading books or anything like that. I think it’s the music that makes the difference; I am actually much more likely to be moved to tears by song than by any sort of narrative. Somehow it conveys more pure emotion for me.
As a result of going to the show, for the past couple of days when I’m by myself- walking, driving to work, or vacuuming empty apartments -I’ll catch myself belting out “Jellicle Cats” or “Skimbleshanks the Railroad Cat.” It’s sort of embarrassing but quite fun.