What do I know? I grew up on a farm in NJ. The closest I ever got to a Broadway musical (aside from those shows at the Flemington–or was it Lambertville–circular theater) was, as a child, falling asleep to the strains of Guys and Dolls, Oklahoma, Peter Pan, and whatever other records my father brought from the NYPL.
Although I earned two degrees in the Big Apple, I never did get to a Broadway show….
When we were recently in London though, my husband, who grew up singing and dancing through the 60s in Chicago, took me to JERSEY BOYS– something, as a flute student at Juilliard, that had passed me by unawares.
No one goes to London without seeing a show. So we went.
Turns out that some of Franki Valli’s songs had filtered in somehow between my scales and arpeggios: Big Girls Don’t Cry and She-e-e-r-i Ba-a-a-by and Oh What a Night…
Oh what a night!