70yo Album (3+ years away) - Up Against It, Todd Rundgren
Hello Broadway!
As my Li'l Bardot - on&off gf for over 40 years - said to me during one breakup, "I leave you to be with someone you
really love". There is nothing more exciting than when i sense myself at the intersection a great convergence of ideas. I've thought about little else the last 48 hours. Let me tell you about it
Easter Sunday,
@Binky The Doormat posted two
Todd Rundgren concerts recorded with a symphony orchestra. The larger-scale arrangement wonderfully brought out some of the musical elements often overshadowed by Runt's musical glibness and idea storms and i was delighted by it. I quickly got a sense of Leonard Bernstein in the orchestrations and wondered if Runt had ever tried writing a musical comedy. With Google, one never wonders long anymore. I learned that he, like every other rock antique, is presently pitching a jukebox musical (the scourge of Broadway - more on that later) based on his hits, but had also written an original musical based on a piece by '60s madcap satirical playwright Joe Orton called
Up Against It and had put out an album of the score in 1989.
Further clicks revealed that
Up Against It was originally a screenplay intended to be.................................wait for it......................the Beatles' 3rd movie. The boys, and especially Brian Epstein, were quite taken with this hot new writer with the same droll, Northron sense of humor as Liverpudlians and were excited to branch into greater literary ambitions w their next cinema project.
Amazingly, i havent gotten to the best part of it. Epstein asked the director of the first two Beatle flix, Richard Lester, to meet with Orton. Guess what the chaffeur he and producer Oscar Lewenstein sent to pick up Orton for the meeting discovered at his flat? The playwright was dead on the floor, head beaten in with a claw hammer, with his longtime partner, lover and murderer lying dead of a subsequent overdose next to him. Right?!
A ready-made score with lots of big-number feel and FOUR different stories of the exigencies of putting on a show - Runt now, Runt then, Beatles then, Orton and his theater & sexual partner dead of their jealousies (personal & professional) on the floor. PLUS, the original
Up Against It piece. With all that material around me, the ghosts of Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland began to swirl around me yelling "Let's put on a show!!".
I was the kind of kid who put on shows ALL the time. My most willing accomplices were my three cousins on my mothers side. They caught the fever so much that they begged their parents to audition for the Pgh Civic Light Opera production of
Sound of Music and were as delighted with my Crapp Family Singers parody of their participation as they were being onstage for the first time. One of those cousins subsequently won a Best Picture Oscar for his first movie,
Chicago, and his baby sister has won three Tony awards for choreography. Honest.
Unfortunately, baby sister's career has been interrupted by a dreadful contagion - Broadway's fever for cheap-way-out risk reduction by, instead of soliciting original musicals, building prefab stories around the songbooks of hitmakers like ABBA, Carole King, the Four Seasons, Temptations. Cousin Kathleen has lost money for her investors ONCE in 20 years on Broadway as a director/choreographer and most of her shows have spawned touring companies, yet she cant get a theater for her shows anymore. Case in point - she staged a musical based on the movie
Diner with an original score by Sheryl Crow. No thanks, but if you wanna make a show of Crow's hits, come on dowwwwn!
So, what your humble servant aims to attempt is a satire of jukebox musicals, combining Rundgren's ongoing pitch for one of his own, his auditioners' backwork into his backlog (finding
Up Against It), Orton pitching
Up Against It to the Beatles, Orton and his lover/partner/murderer's original attempts to get their stuff seen. A show about origin of four different shows. If that aint enough material for a musical, i dont know what is. Wish me luck.