Oh, my, all of my friends have created quite a sensory-stirring compilation of autumn thoughts: Kira, ready for the heartier tastes of soups (and curling up with a book); Sheila enjoying pumpkin scent, pumpkin everything; Martha cozying up with corduroys and Frank; and Jane hearing the autumnal release of the bow on the violin strings. Before long we will all be witnessing the vibrancy of the fall pallet, which the previous seasons have meteorologically prepared for us. I agree that there is something renewing and stimulating in the air in fall.
Perhaps this explains why this weekend I was so affected by a show, another old delight made new again. Maybe the season sets us up to be so much more appreciative and nostalgic. Or perhaps I would have loved it even during the icyest days of February or the sweatiest days of July because this is a show for all seasons.
The show, “West Side Story”, has been around since 1957, which must put it in the “Old Chestnut” category, but the “Romeo and Juliet” story that it is based upon has brought tears to the eyes of audiences since the 17th century. The ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ and ‘good morrows’ of the chronological first one, and the ‘daddy-os’ and ‘cools’ of the second do date them both and can make them inaccesible to contemporary audiences unless they are prepared for period pieces.
So what made this something so sensually special?
The star of the show was the Philadelphia Orchestra. They played the score behind a redigitalized version of the 1961 film, starring Natalie Wood, Richard Beymer, Russ Tamblyn, Rita Moreno, and George Chakiris.
It is too simplistic to explain that the original sound track was split between orchestral and vocal and the former was deleted so that the live orchestra could accompany the lyrics, dialogue, and effects. The original orchestrations had been lost, and so it took much research among the archives of the original conductor/music supervisor, the director, and the producer to fashion a mock-up score and adaptation for live orchestra. That’s like rewriting Bernstein without missing a note or a dynamic. Even us non-techies have an appreciation for that.
I have heard the original score hundreds of times, and I’ve even played some of it. I saw the show on Broadway in 1960 and the movie in 1962. Let’s just say I know the music and have some fond connections to it. But to hear it played live by a great orchestra simply brought me chills. Adjectives fail. It added sparkle, poignancy, accent, and depth to the film. Natalie was sweeter, more beautiful, and more engaging. Rita was more of a spit fire, more enticing. George was more romantic, more exciting. And Russ was just more on point of his wonderful dance shoes. It wasn’t just the old story that brought tears. And it wasn’t just the new technical feat that brought applause. It was a totally beautiful experience.
“West Side Story” has a moral, and 50 years later we should be a better society because Leonard Bernstein, Arthur Laurents, Jerome Robbins, and Steven Sondheim collaborated to teach us about the ugliness and fatality of hatred and resulting violence. As we left the theatre, I had to acknowledge to my granddaughter and daughter that unfortunately we’re slow learners.

…Running fast to keep up here…what thoughts are running through my mind today? Well there’s:
Our newly rehomed dog Monah…who last week was my subject when she was recovering from ear surgery…well, she now is in heat! The poor girl is 8 and a half years old (equivalent of 60 human years) and should not be having to deal with this. She’s moaning/howling, lost her appetite, attracting stray dogs (male, I must assume) who are trying to jump over the wall. She’s pulled me down the road at the other end of her leash, after a barking dog in a car (again, male, I assume), and she wants to sit in Chuck’s lap (that’s a lapful, since she weighs 106 lbs.) I am following her around the house with a spray bottle of Heavy Duty Carpet Cleaner, sopping up the the drips…and following her around the yard like a duena. We’ve never experienced this before, having always had our dogs neutered early on. She knows she is behaving strangely and seems embarrassed.
And then there was a great kick off for the Reading Literary Festival, the poet laureate induction ceremony on Monday night at the Miller Center. The audience tried to pick a poet out of the crowd in our version of the old TV game show, “What’s My Line”. Many of our friends were the mystery poets, and they did stellar portrayals. Thanks and congrats to them. Sen. Judy Schwank said of the show, “What a fun way to spend a Monday night.”
I feel guilty about saying this, but it is going to be difficult to decide whether to watch the presidential debate tonight or the last games of the regular baseball season. My Mets are way out of it, as are the local favorite Phillies, but I’d just love to see Baltimore have a chance to triumph over the hated Yankees. I have less strong opinions about the election and really need to listen to what the candidates are saying. I just hope we get ideas rather than rants.It may be a toss-up because I will not be a channel switcher. That seems to be a guy-thing.

I’m back to blogging. It’s really not that I’ve forgotten that I’m Miss Wednesday Blogger for TWSS. I’ve tried to log in, but, being technologically challenged, I kept forgetting my password. Thanks to our creator, producer, and guru Jamie, I’m back online. And what a lovely morning to blog.
I love autumn! “Autumn in New York” is one of my very favorite songs, especially when I hear the old Sinatra version. OMG! I have the Sinatra station marked on my satellite radio in the Jeep! And the jazz station which is right next to the “spa music” station, and sometime it slips to that one, and, suddenly while I’m driving across the Buttonwood Street Bridge I feel like I’m in an elevator.
But back to autumn! I love the shortening of days, the appearance of pumpkins, our harvested gourd crop, the crickets chirping in midday, the crisp air, and need to wear jean and sweatshirts and to get out of flipflops and back to sneakers and loafers! I am reacquainting myself with warmer clothes, and I loved finding those corduroy slacks I’d forgotten that I’d bought on sale at the end of last season – and never wore!
“Cozy” is a very important word in my vocabulary – “safe and secure” category. My daughter seems to feel the same way about it because she often calls me and tells me she’s had a “cozy day” reading and curled up with her kitten, listening to NPR and the ocean (that’s right outside her balcony.) It’s time to light candles on our supper table, bring in wood for the fireplace and take out the crock of silk flowers that have been decorating it all summer. Time for chili, sauer kraut, pumpkin pies and muffins. It’s the time of hunkering down emotionally and waiting for the winter to arrive. (I love winter also!)
I realize that this has been a rambling blog. Random thoughts on the arrival of autumn. I think I’ll find try to find my CD with Sinatra singing that song and play it while I grade papers. (Ah, yes! One more autumn thought – I saw a maple tree on campus on Monday that had already festooned itself with wonderful red leaves. The best is yet to come!)