As I drag my half-dead thesis-ravaged body across a sketchily empty Cambridge Commons at 1:45 am on a Friday (sad isn't it?), in a moment of lucidity I realize that I'm singing the entire soundtrack from Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat... every word (including the brothers' names and those bloody colors)...on autopilot. Not only that, but I'd been singing musicals for the last 5 hours and hadn't even noticed. Ignoring the fact that people could probably hear me singing random things about cows and corn, nasty youths and fratricide (bonus points if you recognize the songs) I've come to the conclusion that my brain likes musicals... not me, my brain.
I honestly don't think I've ever memorized a musical on purpose. I see them once or twice and they somehow get stuck on repeat until they're permanently etched onto some gremlin-guarded memory cell. If I put any one of them in album order and play them straight through, I can see the whole movie in my head. Even now as I look through my iTunes "musical" genre I'm starting to believe that I have a certifiable illness.... here this should explain it better:
Across the Universe (know it + harmonies)
Cats (knew it when I was younger... haven't tried but probably still stuck)
Chicago (still as good as it was in high school)
Crybaby (the whole movie, but I don't have the whole soundtrack)
Dreamgirls (not consciously but probably all of it)
Evita (know it... the Madonna/ Antonio Banderas version of course)
Grease (possibly my first legit non-disney musical)
Grease 2 (comes after Grease)
Hairspray ( I tried not to like, I promise)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (teh awesome)
Jesus Christ Superstar (went through a phase. it was on repeat. don't ask)
Little Shop of Horrors (AMAZING! and yet so underrated)
Moulin Rouge (obligatory pop musical)
Phantom of the Opera (a classic)
Rent (doesn't everyone know all the words to this?)
Rocky Horror Picture Show (if you don't know, don't talk to me)
Sparkle (also one no one has ever seen)
Sweeny Todd (deliciously evil!)
TOMMY (completely bizarre but still stuck)
The Wiz (I can't get away from it, I've tried)
1776 (6th grade History throw-back)
There you have it. My brain, on whatever drugs it decides to manufacture for itself.
Until next time I remain,
-The Perfect Psych Experiment
