I'm listening to the OBC of Best Little Whorehouse, which I was lucky to see just before the cast changes in 1979. I didn't know the show and had no real interest in seeing but my college friend Karen was the wardrobe supervisor and she forced me to go one Saturday night. Tomorrow the cast changes, she said, and you've got to see this cast. It's brilliant.
It was one of the best pieces of advice I ever got.
The cast was extraordinary, the staging was glorious, and it was one of the funniest things I ever sat through. At the end, the audience stood, cheered, and screamed. I sat there and sobbed. It was one of the funniest things I had ever seen, but it was about the saddest losers. Carlin Glynn closed the first act with the monologue about the Kennedys and "The Bus From Amarillo," like "Doatsy Mae" another song about dreamers whose tiny lives prevent them from doing much. And then the final scene between Miss Mona and the Sheriff - will they end up together or avoid the issue? - was straight out of The Cherry Orchard. God, it was a brilliant heartbreaking show.