I very much enjoyed Linda Holmes’ piece on the score to The Muppet Movie posted on the NPR website but the immediate question becomes: Why is this an article on a website? Doesn’t NPR have some sort of radio station where we could listen to these songs?
If you want to grasp musicals, ideally you’d go to some place where you’d be in conversation with someone who, at any moment, can run to the piano and play and sing an example. And that’s what’s happening in L.A. August 7, 8 & 10 at New Musicals, Inc. I’ll talk the talk, tinkle the keys, sing a little. And I realize this blog is similarly limited. I post some videos and sound clips, but musical theatre is a dish best served live, so click here for tickets.
Holmes makes a great point about Muppet singing: It’s never quite beautiful. The lack of dulcet tones from those foam mouths distinguishes Muppetland from, say, Disney, where the best professional singers they can find hit every pitch squarely. In a way, this is part of the joke: Muppets are pure id, and what they express comes out without varnish. It’s funny when Miss Piggy or Fozzie the Bear let rip with far from mellifluous sounds, and we accept that they’re too excited to sing any better. Or that nobody in the storied Jim Henson Workshop cared about that sort of thing.
In our world of stage musicals, the closest thing to the Muppets is, of course, Avenue Q. To a certain extent, John Tartaglia and Rick Lyon continue the untrained-sound tradition of Henson and Frank Oz. And now I’m flashing back to a memory from about twenty years ago, when I met the original Kate Monster, Stephanie D’Abruzzo
We were in a gorgeous theatre near Lincoln Center for the annual Broadway Bound concert. I had a funny duet in it that brought down the house and D’Abruzzo sang A Fine, Fine Line without puppet. This was greeted with polite applause. The audience saw a young woman delineating romantic troubles and didn’t get that this was a spoof of anything. Now, this is going to sound like I’m knocking D’Abruzzo’s voice – trust me, I truly admire her – but nobody knew what Avenue Q was back then. In the 1990s, when way too many musicals featured women pitying themselves, people naturally expected a certain high quality sound. If it were Kate Monster, a puppet, performing, we’d get that this was part of the Muppet aesthetic, and appreciate the odd pleasure of an inexpert forlorn foam diva we care about.
A far older memory: On my parents’ hi-fi, the rather unusual contralto of Carol Channing. This is not a thing of beauty, but it’s certainly a thing of musical comedy gold. Last week, the Playbill website put up five different renditions of If You Hadn’t But You Did and it’s an eye-opener how much funnier Channing is than, say, pretty soprano Kristin Chenoweth. It says something about these times we live in that the latter has to resort to physical shtick while that much-preferred blonde uses her voice, acting and inflection hysterically.
The world of musical comedy embraces all sorts of voices, from Ezio Pinza to virtual cartoon characters. Channing, after all, once voiced Mehitabel and his South Pacific and her Gentlemen Prefer Blondes opened the same calendar year. But now, seventy years later, I wonder if voices with rougher edges are as welcome as they were.
We have, today ubiquitous colleges and conservatories, instructing aspiring musical theatre performers to sing as prettily as possible. Many include so-called “juries” that seemed designed to throw anyone with a catch in their voice out on to the street. Then, more weeding out of oddballs goes on in auditions, if composers, musical directors and colluding casting directors call for it. No two characters voices sound exactly alike, but two over-trained songbirds can be indistinguishable.
And many’s the time we go to the theatre for reasons other than vocal beauty. We might want to be engaged in a story – this would need superior acting more than a delectable sound, or we might come to laugh. How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying and A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum are two hysterical musicals with hysterically long titles. I don’t go to either of them for the players’ musicality.
When people complain about the “clean” quantity of the modern generation of Disney princesses, it’s likely they’ve a preference for character voices like you’d hear, more commonly, in Golden Age musicals and Muppet musicals. Of course, a little of that goes a long way. For some reason I still don’t quite understand, my GPS voice became that of Cookie Monster this summer. And I wasn’t happy about this. Of course, I’m never happy to be driving. The GPS voice setting was then switched to “Boy Band” and that’s pretty annoying, too. It’s just one boy. With a British accent. Band of brother?