Νουμερολόγιο

Το Σάλπισμα για ένα Κοινό Άνθρωπο μας οδηγεί με αυστηρότητα στην είσοδο του δίωρου 10-12 με τον nm96027. Ένα αμερικανικο κομμάτι του A.Copland σε μια προσπάθεια, από τις πολλές που θα ακολουθήσουν σημερα, αναζητησης της αμερικάνικης μουσικής ταυτότητας του 20ου αιώνα.

Ο Bernstein παίρνει την σκυτάλη με το West Side Story που παίζεται στην Αθήνα αυτον τον καιρό. Ακούμε τρία τραγούδια: το America, το Maria και το Tonight από το αυθεντικό soundtrack της ταινίας. Τα δυο τελευταία τα ακούμε ξανά σε μια πιο ογκώδη εκτέλεση από το πασίγνωστο και ιστορικό κοντσέρτο των τριών τενόρων: Ντομινγκο, Καρέρας, Παβαρότι.

Με τα κάκιστα αγγλικά τους, ακούμε την εκτέλεσή του Memory απο το Cats, το μιούζικαλ των Ελιοτ και Βεμπερ. Από μιούζικαλ σε μιούζικαλ: το σύγχρονο Broadway μας παρουσιάζει το Avenue Q. Eνδιαφέρον παρουσιάζει το δεύτερο,από το ίδιο μιούζικαλ, τραγούδι που ακούμε το οποίο είναι γνωστό με τον τιτλο The internet is for porn.

Kate Monster: Finally, I get to teach a whole lesson all by myself. And I'm gonna teach something relevant, something modern - the Internet!
The Internet is really really great
Trekkie Monster: For porn!
Kate: I've got a fast connection so I don't have to wait.
Trekkie: For porn!
Kate: What? There's always some new site.
Trekkie: For porn!
Kate: I browse all day and night.
Trekkie: For porn!
Kate: It's like I'm surfing at the speed of light...
Trekkie: For porn!
Kate: Trekkie!

Trekkie: The Internet is for porn!
Kate: Trekkie!
Trekkie: The Internet is for porn!
Kate: What are you doing!?
Trekkie: Why you think the net was born?
Porn! Porn! Porn!

Kate: Treee-kkie!
Trekkie: Oh! Hello, Kate Monster.
Kate: You are ruining my song!
Trekkie: Oh me sorry, me no mean to.
Kate: Well, if you wouldn't mind please being quiet for a minute so I can finish?
Trekkie: Okie dokie!
Kate: Good!

I'm glad we have this new technology...
Trekkie: For porn!
Kate: Which gives us untold opportunity.
Trekkie: For por-oops, sorry!
Kate: From your own desktop.
Trekkie: For ---
Kate: You can research, browse and shop...
Trekkie: Mm!
Kate: Until you've had enough and you're ready to stop.
Trekkie: FOR PORN!!
Kate: Trekkie!

Trekkie: The Internet is for porn!
Kate: Nooo!
Trekkie: The Internet is for porn!
Kate: Trekkie!
Trekkie: Me up all night honking me horn to
Porn, porn, porn!

Kate: That's gross! You're a pervert.
Trekkie: Ah, sticks and stones, Kate Monster.
Kate: No really, you're a pervert. Normal people don't sit at home and look at porn on the Internet
Trekkie: Ohhhh?
Kate: What?!
Trekkie: You have no idea! Ready, normal people?
Rod: Ready!
Brian: Ready!
Princeton: Ready!
Trekkie: Lemmie hear it!

Trekkie and guys: The Internet is for porn!
Princeton: Sorry, Kate!
Trekkie and guys: The Internet is for porn!
Princeton: I masturbate!
Trekkie and guys: All these guys unzip their flies for
Porn, porn, porn!
Kate: The Internet is not for porn!!
Trekkie and guys: PORN, PORN, P---
Kate: HOLD ON A SECOND!
Trekkie: What?

Kate: Now I happen to know for a fact that you, Rod, check your portfolio and trade stocks online.
Rod: That's correct.
Kate: And Brian, you buy things on Amazon.com.
Brian: Sure!
Kate: And Gary, you keep selling your possesions on Ebay.
Gary: Yes I do!
Kate: And Princeton, you sent me that sweet online birthday card.
Princeton: True!
Trekkie: Oh, but Kate, what you think he do after? Hmm?
Princeton: Yeah.
Kate: EEEWWWWW!

Trekkie and guys: The Internet is for porn!
Kate: Gross!
Trekkie and guys: The Internet is for porn!
Kate: I hate porn!
Trekkie and guys: Grab your dick and double-click...
Kate: UGH!
Trekkie and guys: ...for porn, porn, porn!
Kate: I hate men!
Trekkie and guys: {in harmony} Porn, porn, porn, porn
Kate: I'm leaving!
Trekkie and guys: Porn, porn, porn, porn, porn, porn, porn, porn
Kate: I hate the Internet!
Trekkie and guys: Porn, porn, porn, porn
Trekkie:The Internet is for
Trekkie and some: Internet is for
Trekkie and all: Internet is for PORN!
Trekkie: YEAH!

Οι μουσικές επιλογές του Θεωρείου κινουνται στον αμερικάνικο κύκλο: Bernstein, Gershwin, Cole Porter, Copland και πάλι πίσω. Μεταγραφές ενός του αλλου, τζαζ συνθέσεις, τραγούδια και ορχηστικά.

Στην σημερινή συναυλία της Μαντόνα, καταθέτουμε το γνωστο τραγουδι Dont worry for me Argentina. Aκριβως επειδη απο μιουζικαλ, το Θεωρειο δεν μασαει, ουτε ντρέπεται να παιξει ακομα και Μαντόνα.

Ξεχωρίζω το τραγούδι του Cole Porter, You re the top:

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,

You're Whistler's mama!

You're camembert.

You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,

You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!

You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

Or GOP!

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're an old Dutch master,

You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

Η εκπομπή κλείνει κάπως απρόσμενα σήμερα. Ο τελευταίος κρίκος της αμερικάνικης μουσικής αλυσίδας ανήκει στον Samuel Barber: το επιβλητικό Agnus Dei, η μεταγραφή του πασιγνωστου adagio για εγχορδα, αφήνει μια πικρή γεύση στο σημερινό Θεωρείο!

Ραντεβού το επόμενο Σάββατο!