I used to love that line from that song. I was a little kid and there was this crazy "rock" song from a musical called "Hair". It was about "hair" I'm guessing. I never actually saw the musical. I don't think I ever heard any songs from it other than "Hair." Maybe I did. As far as I know there are like 4 or 5 big hits from "Hair." If somebody told me, I'd be like, wow, I never knew that song was from "Hair"
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I don't know what the musical is about other than what I can gather from what I remember of that one song. I'm assuming that there were all of these peace loving rebellious hippie types that just wanted to grow out their hair. They were thinking that it didn't matter to anyone else how they wore their hair.
Then I figure they ran into all sorts of trouble for refusing to wear their hair like "the good little boys and girls." There were probably a couple of emotional pleas at job interviews or something. I imagine that a song about qualifications should matter more than crew cuts or something. Maybe that "sign, sign everywhere a sign" song is in it because there's that one line in the song where they say, "Long haired freaky people need not apply"
Then the guy goes in and pulls a fast one at the interview by tucking his hair under hat. I've always wondered why the interviewer was so impressed with a guy who wears a hat to the interview, but I guess it was either the 60s or 70s.
Either way hair was really popular back then. That's one of the reasons that Jesus had a bit of a comeback at that time. The hippies saw a guy who was going up against the establishment, wearing his hair long, and feeding people for free. So what did the Vietnam era artists do about it? Why they made another rock opera, of course.
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Unlike "Hair" I did see "Jesus Christ SuperStar". My buddy Greg and I used to go see it at midnight movies from time to time when we didn't want to go to "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." The funny thing is we learned it as well as we knew RHPS. The other funny thing is that when you went to see JCSS, you had to endure the googlephonic 'S' sound from the audience.
I had the soundtrack from the movie. There was something wrong with the master. It didn't matter what record player I listened to it on, every time there was an "S" in the song, it came out kind of distorted. More like an "sh."
So when Jesus is getting his foot massage on (a foot massage is nothing, by the way. I'd give my mother a foot massage) and Judas is all "Hey that oil is expensive. Howz about we sell it and feed the poor instead of having that whore rub your feet." Jesus thinks fast because he's enjoying the massage. But on the soundtrack, it sounds like he's saying "Surely your not shaying we we have the reshourshesh to shave the poor from their lot ..."
At least I always thought it was a problem with the recording. After we went to the midnight movie, I began to wonder. Who goes to the midnight showing of JCSS on a weekend night besides bored teenagers. Uber fans who can't sing. They know all the songs. They know they can't sing. So every single (and they're all single) person in the theater whispers along to the song quietly. So the only thing you can hear is hundreds of people saying "s" at all the right times in the song. The end result sounds amazingly similar to the fucked up soundtrack record. It made me wonder if it was an accident. Or maybe the sound on the soundtrack is from extras who loved the Broadway musical so much, they couldn't help but whisper along while it was being recorded. Surely, the movie was way over budget (School buses and wooden beams don't grow on trees) as it was, so they were forced to go with it.
I never saw "Tommy" either.
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getting around the Mirror image law.
So I went on the GSV ride Tuesday night. Jack and Abe are once again on swim team. The meets are every Wednesday night. I don’t necessarily have to go to these, but I’d like to. Unfortunately, that means I have to miss my beloved Wednesday Night Trek Store ride. Sniff.
Authority figure stands, waving you away from that last train-wreck of a sentence, "Nothing to see here folks. Move along .."