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Not Your Mother's Godspell

I am so tired this morning. Maybe it's the coffee I had at the theatre that kept me awake most of the night. Maybe it's the intensity of the production we saw at the Olney Theatre Center. At any rate, I'm exhausted and I can barely keep my eyes open.

The show was Godspell. My daughters and I were treated to an evening of theatre by a good friend. The show was brand new when I was a teen, and I wanted to see how it held up after all these years. I braced myself. In some ways Godspell inspired an onslaught of truly dreadful church music which continues to this day. What was fresh and thought-provoking in church services in the 1970's is still limping along as "contemporary" today.

So I was more than a little worried.

Once the show began, I realized two things:

1. The music, though largely simple, does not disappoint.

2. This is not your mother's Godspell.

And that, my friends, is where I will leave you until tomorrow, or until such time as I get enough sleep to make sense of my impressions of this production.

*****

If you want to make plans to see this production, the good news (see what I did there?) is that performances have been extended through March 15th. As an added incentive, you can get $25.00 off of tickets for the final four performances by entering the code "GDS25" at checkout.

 

 

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