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I’m suffering big time tonight. It happens every spring like clockwork – even before you see the buds on the trees, I start to feel it. Pollen is a nightmare for me, which belies my incredible enjoyment of the warm spring weather. So as the love-hate relationship continues and since I don’t have HBO (hope Grey Gardens is a good one!), here’s the first ipod shuffle I’ve done in a while. As opposed to the last time when I merely used my Broadway playlist, I’ve gone ahead and hit the full ipod shuffle – so we’re up for any of the 32,537 tracks on here…

“I’m Not at All in Love” – The Pajama Game. The introductory song for the fiery union rep Babe Williams, on this particular studio album sung by Judy Kaye. The song pits her against her other female cohorts at the Sleep Tite Pajama Factory, where they subject her denial of a crush on the handsome new foreman with some interoffice teasing. Oh she says she’s not in love, but oh she sure as hell is. One of the more infectious character songs of the 50s and one of the more unexpected uses of a waltz in musical theatre.

“Something Wonderful” – The King and I. In many of the big Rodgers and Hammerstein shows there was a character, usually middle aged, who sang a song of inspiration to one or more of the protagonists at a cross-roads in the score. It started with “You’ll Never Walk Alone” in Carousel and finished with “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” in The Sound of Music. This particular song is sung by Lady Thiang to persuade Anna to visit with the King after a major fallout, leading to a tentative reconciliation and the amusing first act finale. Terry Saunders, a replacement Thiang in the original Broadway production, sings it on the original motion picture soundtrack.

“A Bell is No Bell” – The Sound of Music. Oscar Hammerstein wrote this specifically for Mary Martin. The intention was to create a full song out of it, but his failing health prevented that from happening and the verse was incorporated into a reprise of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” in the second act. It’s a simple and sweet few measures. When the show was revived in London in 1981, changes made for the film were put onstage for the first time. In doing so, they took away “My Favorite Things” away from the Mother Abbess and Maria and to fill the void they used this piece in a minor duet.

“Rehearse! – finale” – 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The opening number is reprised at the end to emphasize the theatrical metaphor of the United States as a play in constant rehearsal. The song has a syncopated melody with that Leonard Bernstein, lyric by Alan Jay Lerner. There is an exuberance in the song that belies the weakness of the libretto surrounding it. By the time the show go into New York, the new creative team had stripped away most of the theatrical references. This bookend number plus one or two lines elsewhere through the score are the only allusions to the original concept (the show went into production unfinished and then premiered haphazardly in Philadelphia running four hours).

“The First Lady” – Mr. President. I guess between this and the last one, musicals about presidents don’t work out so well… Nanette Fabray sings a comic list song by Irving Berlin in which she grouses about the ardors of life as, you guessed it, the First Lady. It’s no “Duet for One,” but melody is tuneful and Fabray is game.

“Jeanette’s Showbiz Number” – The Full Monty. Kathleen Freeman was one of the great character actresses in film and television; an appearance by her would undoubtedly be followed by laughs. She made her Broadway musical debut as the salty, opinionated rehearsal pianist here, in a role created for the stage show. Freeman performed the show while dying of lung cancer, a fact unknown by most at the time. Her professionalism was incredible – her final performance in the show was only five days before her death. I’m looking forward to the prospect of seeing Elaine Stritch perform this song this spring.

“Don’t ‘Ah Ma’ Me” – The Rink. This fantastic duet between Chita Rivera and Liza Minnelli depicts the first meeting of a mother and daughter after a seven year estrangement. Chita as the Mother unleashes a rapid-fire barrage about her daughter and her shortcomings, while Liza tries to respond and rationalize. The comic timing is just spot-on.

“The Story Goes on On” – Baby. This stirring solo marks the act one finale of this Maltby-Shire musical that explores three couples and their three diverse experiences with pregnancy. Liz Callaway played Lizzie, the youngest woman of the couples and in a moment in front of her mirror has felt the baby kick for the first time. This emotional moment spurs the song, a song about her emotional feelings and of the greater chain of human life. I would venture a safe guess Callaway’s tour de force delivery of the number is what got her a Tony nomination in 1984.

“Civilized People” – Kean. Alfred Drake, Joan Weldon and Lee Venora are the singers of this amusing musical trio that conveys an awkward and decidedly restrained confrontation between Kean’s two love interests while he tries to calm both parties. The inevitable barbs are hurled back and forth between the two women before breaking into chaos. This show has a score strong enough to be a candidate for Encores (especially as its the only truly original Wright & Forrest Broadway score).

“He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands” – Mahalia Jackson; Gospels, Spirituals and Hymns. Taking on the risk of the full i-pod shuffle it makes perfect sense that there would non-theatre related music in the mix. Ms. Jackson may be the greatest gospel singer the world has ever known and though I myself no longer consider myself religious, I always enjoy whenever she pops up on here.

“Overture” – Christine. It’s a sumptuous celebration of Sammy Fain’s music and Phil Lang’s work as an orchestrator that make this overture sound better than it should. Really, it sounds big enough to be underscoring for a motion picture epic about India, however the score that follows it is such a colossal disappointment it’s not even funny. The musical reads like an incestual rip-off of The King and I, with so much awkward in its depiction of Indian life, it’s no surprise the show lasted a whopping twelve performances (I’m sure the fact it didn’t close opening night was based on the above the title billing of the lovely Maureen O’Hara in her only Broadway credit).

I figure that’s enough shuffling for now… but while I’m thinking of it, are there any other cast albums you’ve listened to where you’ve heard a phenomenal overture that was betrayed by the score that followed?

My time here in Baguio City is coming to an end. I would have updated more but I had some considerable trouble logging into Blogger.com and at one point found the site translated into various languages including German. We’ve taken several day trips. The first of which was a week ago. We traveled several hours north along the coastline to the city of Vigan, which is a UNESCO World Heritage site as it maintains one of the only Mestizo cities in the Philippines to evade total devastation from Japanese bombers during the Second World War. As enticing as it sounds, the city is in total disrepair. Most of the buildings that are considered ancient are in great need of repair and maintenance, looking more as if it were recently uncovered than an actual heritage site. In fact, the best looking building in town is the McDonald’s which is housed in a converted Spanish style villa.

The next day we stopped up at the beach down the hill, though that was short-lived. However things were much better when we traveled to a water park complete with natural hot springs. I learned soon afterward the joy of country club living as my brother’s took me up to the club house to partake in the jacuzzi, steam room, sauna, etc. Whatever it did, I don’t think I’ve ever felt as clean in my entire life.

The piece d’resistance came on Saturday when we went to the Bolotoc mines, just outside of the town. It was about 10 miles, but given the twists and turns of the mountain roads (occasionally lacking asphalt at that), it took us a good half our to get there. It is an active gold and silver mine that employs several hundred Filipinos who live and work on site. Part of the hour long tour included a 400 meter trek inside one of the inactive tunnels. In an attempt to give us the most realistic experience possible, we are forced to wear mining helmets and knee high rubber boots. Quite possible the high point of our excursions this entire trip was the moment they detonated half a stick of dynamite 150 meters away from us while were inside the mine. We sat in a protected alcove called the miner’s lunchroom where the miner’s take their midday meal in total darkness as they blast. The concussion of the blast is one of those adrenaline inducing experiences that help preserve the memory of the trip. My brothers and I recounted that you could not do anything like that in the US.

As we wrap up here, my brothers and father golf while I get sent bowling with my mother and my sister-in-law’s mother and sister. There are none of the mechanics you find in the US. There is one man behind the alley, who sets up the pins after each set and sends the balls back up the lane. There is another man who sits and keeps score. There are no bowling shoes (trust me, something you never want to do in sandals) and you get three tries. Things got off to a great start when Mom-in-law hit the pin-man with the bowling ball on the first time out.

We leave for the area near the airport tomorrow morning. We say goodbye to my nephew and my sister-in-law’s gracious and hospitable family. We go around to Subic Bay, where my father was once stationed in the Marines back from ’59-61 and then I get to do the reverse of my first trip. Let’s hear it for another 15 hours in the Seoul-Incheon airport.

So much has gone on in the theatre world since I have left. We’ve had openings, deaths, announcements; life goes on, as it always does. Phylicia Rashad will be donning the teal pajamas of Violet Weston in August: Osage County starting on May 26. I am curious as to whether it’s going to be colorblind casting or if they will pull a David Merrick/Hello, Dolly! casting coup and recast the entire show with an all-African American cast. It will be interesting to see how it all turns out: either way I think it will be interesting. (Though improbable there is a part of me that just wants to see James Earl Jones deliver Beverly Weston’s opening monologue to Kim Guerrero). Speaking of August, I had the privilege to go to the theatre with my good friend Steve on Broadway for the first time prior to leaving and see A:OC for the fifth time. Unexpectedly we found ourselves seeing the understudies for both Violet and Barbara. Susanne Marley was angrily acerbic as the pill-poppin’ matron, molded very much in the vitriolic mold of Deanna Dunagan. Dee Pelletier gave a strong performance as Barbara, if less a force of nature than Amy Morton. The real draw to see the show again was the inclusion of that stage legend Elizabeth Ashley stepping into the gaudy (new!) shoes of Mattie Fae. She was everything you would hope she’d be in the part. Though we bloggers have seen the original cast and have our impressions tempered by that unstoppable energy, the play remains a vibrant piece for first-timers who were wholly engrosssed in the experience. (On a side note: as I predicted British legend Margaret Tyzack won the Best Actress Olivier award for her performance in The Chalk Garden, besting Ms. Dunagan).

Horton Foote is nothing short of a national treasure. Though his list of credits goes on and on – I did have the privilege of seeing Mr. Foote at the opening night of Dividing the Estate this past November – for me, his most impressionable work is his Oscar-winning screenplay for the film adaptation of To Kill a Mockingbird. His work is paramount to the success of the film, which is one of the most faithful film adaptations I’ve ever seen of any novel (which is one of my all-time favorite books). My high school drama teacher always made it a point to stop the movie in his English classes after Atticus Finch delivers his courtroom summation and announce to every class “That speech alone is enough to win any actor the Academy award.” A testament to Foote’s humanity and ingenuity as a writer. One of the most devastating scenes in film history is that moment when a silent yet dignified Finch slowly packs up his briefcase and exits the courtroom as the black community in the balcony rise in tribute. (I get chills just thinking about it). Foote passed away last week at the age of 92, living a full and rich life as America’s most prolific writers right up until the very end. We are blessed to have had him around to enrich us with his wisdom and pathos for so many years.

On a final note. My aforementioned pal Steve on Broadway has decided to hang up his blogger’s pen and go into semi-retirement. Instead of mourning the loss of his enriching columns, I will celebrate the insight he has given us for three years now. I am glad I am able to consider him a friend and look forward to meeting up with him when he comes to town to share in our usual brunches and theatre-going adventures.

I look forward to getting back to NY and getting back to the theatre. I hope to see you there!

I’ve been in Baguio City for four days now, adapting to the time zone change and taking in the local sights amidst family obligations. My nephew is quite something. He’s two weeks old, yet looks older. He is already trying to lift up his head and can hold his own bottle. We are staying on the grounds of Camp John Hay, formerly John Hay Air Base, a recreational facility originally built at the turn of the 20th century as a getaway for soldiers. We are situated a mile above sea level, so the climate is rather temperate in comparison to the rest of the country. The highs here have been around 80 degrees with low humidity. When the US military lease on their bases ended here in 1991, all properties reverted back to the Filipino government and they began working on adapting the property for public use. They brought in Jack Nicklaus to redesign the golf course (a sport I don’t particularly have any interest in, but am expected to play in the next week) and demolished most of the military buildings and facilities. They have turned it into a prominent tourist attraction for the wealthy in Asia. We are currently renting the private residence of a general who owns the home, but is rarely ever here. The place offers practically every amenity you can think of, so there have been many walks, hikes and time spent out in the sun. (I am a rather startling shade of red at the moment). I’ve also just started adjusting to the new sleep schedule. Tonight is the first night I’ve stayed up past 11PM and I’ve been getting up around 7AM. Who’d have thought it?

I arrived midnight on Wednesday where I met my brother at the Clark International Airport (formerly Clark Airbase, and one of the largest airstrips in the world). There is one thing I really enjoy when I fly and that is disembarking on the tarmac. There’s something decidedly old school about that, like in the older films. We got a taxi to take us to the bus station. Fate was on our side and the moment we arrived at the station, a bus to Baguio arrived. It’s a four and a half hour ride from Angeles to Baguio. After enduring one of the coldest rides (I had to put my sweater back on and unearth my scarf – my brother, who lives in the incredibly hot Singapore, borrowed my fleece and has yet to actually not wear it). We arrived at Clark at 5 in the morning where we quickly passed out.

Things have been mostly lowkey, trips to town to see the baby and walking around for the most part. My father has been helping my brother paint the in-law’s home in the downtown area. We’ve all had ample time to spend with the baby (one of two newborns currently in the vicinity – my sister-in-law comes from a family of seven children, twenty-five grandchildren and an undecided amount of great-grandchildren – almost all living in town). Loving the exchange rate and iced green tea lattes at Starbucks. There is one in the major mall across the street from my sister-in-law’s home and here on the Camp John Hay grounds. The one thing I cannot get over is the politeness of the baristas. They ask for your name on the cup, greet you with the name you’ve given. The kicker? When you’re leaving they wish you a goodbye -by name. I am going to like it here.

The only nightmare? The driving. How I long for the braving of New York City traffic. Every time you cross a street here, you only dare at your own risk and your life is in question. We will be venturing out of town for some day trips and the absorption of the local culture. Will keep you posted on where we go and what we do!

Call me Uncle Lindsay! I’m pleased to announce that my nephew, Jack Ezra Daly, was born around 10AM Philippine time in Baguio City. Son and mother are healthy and resting well. Only less than two weeks ’til I venture out to the other side of the world to get a glimpse.