I sat down to write a blog post and put Pandora on, and of course Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious came on. And then, zam! topic change. I’m rolling with the punches here. (Disclaimer: no diabetes talk here. But I still like to think that I’m an interesting person.)
I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t fall into the range of seriously enjoying or loving Mary Poppins. I may be about to be proved wrong with this blog post, but I really don’t care. I will always love Mary Poppins.
(Side note — my word processor thinks that ‘Poppins’ is spelled wrong. That’s irritating.)
I loved Mary Poppins when I was a kid. When we drove to the mountains, my parents would put show tunes on the stereo, and Mary Poppins was one of the favorites (the other being The Sound of Music, but honestly, who can go wrong with Julie Andrews?)
Mary Poppins came to the Denver Center for the Performing Arts, and my mother bought tickets. I’ve seen a ton of shows there, including The Lion King, and I’ve never been so transported as I’ve been with Mary Poppins. The music was wonderful, the actors were excellent, and she flew out into the audience. I’m writing about it now, and I’m getting goosebumps.
And then I went to high school and took a lot of history classes and Mary Poppins took on a whole new meaning. For example, (“one night I said it to me girl, and now me girl’s me wife.” Just kidding. And you’re a champ if you get that reference.) Anyways, I understand why Mrs. Banks had time to be a suffragette, why she would do such a thing anyways, what economic and social class the Banks were in, etc. It’s even more fun to watch Mary Poppins now because I understand it on a whole different level. What a great movie.
About sixish months ago I saw Saving Mr. Banks when it came out in theaters with my grandmother and mom and I just about died when hearing the the Mary Poppins melodies used as the music score. I mean it. Dead.
And now my school has announced that out school musical this year is Mary Poppins. Oh. My. God. (Sorry, Mom. “Gosh.”) And we even outfitted our auditorium with aerial stuff so Mary can fly and Bert can walk on the ceiling. I’m dying over here of excitement. Holy cow!!
For the past two years I’ve participated in the pit orchestra for the school musicals (and that is a whole story unto itself, so I’ll tell you later) and now I am incredibly excited to try out this year. Mary Poppins here I come!
Lots of love,