plus qu’hier moins que demain

Determined to catch every single musical that arrives at our fair shores, I got L to watch My Fair Lady with me last night.

It was a charming show, reminding me somewhat of Singin’ In The Rain, with the quirky characters and the funny English lessons. But [now I'm sounding like Professor Higgins]. L said it seemed rather low-budget, and I thought it was not too well-paced. The songs were not singalongable, save for ‘Wouldn’t It Be Loverly’ and ‘On The Street Where You Live’, and during bits of the show, it was way too obvious that the cast were merely acting. =/ I think no musical can level up to my Les Miserables.

A nice finale:
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I’ve grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I’ve grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I’ve grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.
But I’m so used to hear her say
“Good morning” ev’ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I’m very grateful she’s a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I’ve grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

s t a r m | s t January 12th, 2007

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