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On the Record

January 13, 2005

Tonight, Mom and I took the train into Philly to see Disney’s On the Record, their nationally touring musical revue.

My God…I was in heaven. I’ll be singing Disney tunes all day tomorrow – pity my coworkers.

The cast was small. Young female ingenue (think “Part of your World”), young studly blond-tipped guy (think “Can’t Wait to be King”), mature diva (think “Poor Unfortunate Souls), and mature man (think “You Got a Friend in Me”). Plus a ‘chorus’ of four. Since this is showbiz, mature means “in their 30s or 41 at the oldest.” Still with me?

Naturally, we are all supposed to moon over the studly boy band guy. Because he carries a motorcycle helmet and wears a leather jacket. Because the ingenue swoons over him. But my eye continually wandered toward the mature guy…he was dressed in a suit and tie for the duration of the show (drool) and even donned a fedora for a number or two (pant, pant).

Not long ago, I would have been ALL about the boy band guy. Obviously, my tastes have changed. I wondered why that was. It could be a sign of maturity on my part. Or more likely, biological survival.

Still with me? No? OK…

Let’s say I’m a 32 year old chick on the prowl. I have a ticking clock and some ova with a rapidly approaching expire date. Boy Band Guy and Suit Wearing Man are in front of me. I look at Boy Band Guy…but he probably thinks I’m old and busted. I look at Suit Wearing Man…he probably doesn’t see me as old and busted…I have a better shot with him. Ergo, on a very primal level, I tend to be attracted to mature men.

In suits, I may add.

Pop psychology aside, I highly recommend the show if it’s touring near you. Even the jaded audience members were tapping their feet and smiling by the end. It’s worth it merely for the “Work Song” from Cinderella* and the presentation of Beauty and the Beast’s “Be our Guest.”

*”We can do it, we can do it
We can help our Cinderelly
We can make her dress so pretty
There’s nothing to it, really
We’ll tie a sash around it
Put a ribbon through it
When dancing at the ball
She’ll be more beautiful than all
In the lovely dress we’ll make for Cinderelly

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