Jacques Brel

Last night, making good on a Christmas present from my in-laws, we went out to the theater. Specifically, we went to see two of our local, excellent companies join forces to produce “Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris.”

Things I have learned since yesterday:

1. People who came of age in the 60s have really fond memories of the show.

2. People who did not come of age in the 60s find the show really confusing.

3. Neither side can imagine what the other is thinking.

The show was beautifully sung, staged, and costumed. It just required a certain, shall we say, intensity from both actors and audience. Imagine tender young things throwing themselves upon the stage, wailing, sometimes in German. Imagine young hipsters flirting and waggling their derrieres at grannies in the front row. Imagine a statue coming to life and swearing at you.

Or, if you came of age in the 60s, imagine it simply marvelous.


3 thoughts on “Jacques Brel

  1. I love the way you used the repetition of the word imagine to put your reader in the audience seeing the show. I could “imagine” the scenes you described vividly. Thanks for sharing.

  2. I was born in the 60s, but came “of age in the late 70s and early 80s”– so this is new to me. I appreciate the way you describe it though– I can definitely understand the difference in the reaction of the two audiences because of your description. I enjoyed this writing!

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