Ah yes, Jodie and I are sitting in front of the TV with our laptops watching The Sound of Music on TV (yes, I have it on DVD, but that would require getting up, putting the movie in, and besides, it’s already in the middle). There are so many pearls of random blogging thought here, I don’t know where to start! I feel kind of sorry for Jodie actually. You see, I can’t just watch The Sound of Music. I have to sing along. I have to ask why in the world don’t people ever break into spontaneous song in real life (except Elf … "I’m here, with my dad….). I can’t help but tell Jodie stories of when I directed the Mediapolis Community Theatre production. Of course, she’s heard these stories so often (as in, every time we so much as hear The Sound of Music mentioned), that she could probably tell them better than I could.
So here’s the question. Pastor Flack’s movie is Fiddler on the Roof. He can quote from it, he can use it for sermon illustrations, I’m sure he knows it front to back. Is The Sound of Music my Fiddler on the Roof? Boy, if it is, that’s a really sad state of affairs. Maybe I should branch out a bit. I do have My Fair Lady, or West Side Story or ………..
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