Good morning, all! I slept until 8:00 and I'm on my first cup of coffee. I've been to the laundromat with the laundry for the week. I'll spend the morning cleaning, vacuuming, and mopping, and have the rest of the weekend at my leisure to work on DEAREST ENEMY mixing thoughts and the ROBERTA score and dialogue.
In 1972, I had my choice of seeing a preview of a new musical GREASE, for which mu college friend David James was assistant to the costumer, or TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA with the original cast. I had come to NYC to see TWO GENTLEMEN, so I saw that while my other Miami University friends supported David and went to GREASE. For the entire weekend I heard that I had missed something really wonderful: a complete distortion of all the "good-girl reforms delinquent" movies and tv programs, raunchy and rude, and that I would have loved it. At that point, no one knew how GREASE would fare on Broadway from its Chicago origins, and it turned out to be a hit. I loved the cast album, and I saw the first national tor in Cincinnati: Candace Earley as Sandy, Judy Kaye as Rizzo, John Travolta as Doody, and (I think) Jeff Conaway as Danny. It was fantastic.
And, because it was so cleaned up and toned down, I detested - and still loathe - the film. John Waters should have directed it.