Last night we went to Pickleville Playhouse for my friend, Ryan's birthday. It was STELLAR. If you're anywhere in the vicinity of Bear Lake this summer, make sure you get yourself some tickets for a show at Pickleville. It really was SO good. We saw Forever Plaid and I loved it.
Forever Plaid was actually the first play I ever went to as a child. I think I was maybe 6 or so? I saw it with my parents at Hale Center Theater and that is where I first discovered my love for Red Vines. I also remember loving the show, but until we went tonight, I didn't really remember why.
There were a couple different songs in the show that my parents loved must have loved, because they were a big part of my childhood (read: played on repeat along with the Grease soundtrack and Wilson Phillips). So, when they came up in the show I'm certain my six year old self was
talking way too loud in the middle of the play very excited to recognize those songs. I definitely caught onto more jokes and funny references this time though. That show is hilarious.
When I was a little girl, my dad was in a barbershop quartet. The group practiced at our house on Sunday nights, my mom played the piano for them, and they were super good. I always wanted to stay up and listen to them, but they always made me go to bed before practice was over. I have very vivid memories of being dragged up the stairs to my bedroom while the quartet sang "Good Night, Ladies" to my sister and I in four part harmony. Carpet burns and key changes defined my childhood.
I'm pretty sure that's where my love for music began. I dreamed of someday being in a barbershop quartet. I was heartbroken the day I realized that that was a "guy thing". (I still think I could do it. Some day I'll be part of the first female barbershop quartet. Salon quartet? Mani/pedi trio??)
Probably what I loved most about last night is the amazing power that music has to take you back in time. I really did feel that blissful happiness from my childhood when they sang "Heart and Soul" and my fingers ached to play it loudly on someone's piano. I couldn't stop smiling when they sang "Chain Gang" it made me want to break out my "Best of the Nylons" CD and jam out to it in my mom's mini van.
That's the thing about art. It's human experience put to music, acted out on stage, dictated in the words that you couldn't quite string together. It's the reminder that someone else gets it. The beauty of creating is taking pure, raw emotion and expressing it in the only way you truly know how to share it with the world.