Me, Joseph and “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat” #E100
It has been Joseph week in the E100. I must admit, I have been tempted to skim in places. Thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber and co, the story is very familiar – the downside is that my usual ability to quote scripture is usurped by a propensity to break into lyrics from the musical.
The lyrics are practically in my blood.
“Joesph and the Amazing Tecnhicolour Dream Coat” was one of the few LPs we had, besides ABBA’s “Arrival” and various Wombles albums. We played it and played it and the whole musical became embedded in my subconscious.
This was handy for trips up north to visit my Gran – in the days before various roads and bridges were opened and the currently four hour journey used to take seven.
At some point on the journey, we would begin singing: “Way, way, back many centuries ago, not long after the Bible began, Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, a fine example of a family man…”
I don’t know if we even would have had a radio in the car back then – but that far north there wouldn’t have been a signal, I’m sure, even if we had.
Whole musical. Beginning to end.
By the time we were nearly there, we were on to reciting adverts. I was sitting in the middle and my sisters, one on either side, were prodding me in the bladder for a laugh. Ho Ho.
Roll on fifteen years or so – and we are living for a short time as four generations in one house. I end up having to share with my nephew. He is about four or five months old and not sleeping through the night. When he wakes, my sister comes through, sings him a lullaby and he goes back to sleep.
One night, he just doesn’t settle. I am lying there, as I always did, pretending to be asleep so that she didn’t feel bad about him sharing with me and waking me. She tried a few songs. Nothing worked. Then I heard… “Way, way, back many centuries ago, not long after the Bible began, Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, a fine example of a family man…” and I thought:
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
The sudden prospect of two hours of Lloyd Webber in the wee small hours was enough to break me. My tolerance finally cracked and I expelled the infant.
Roll on one or two years, and I have my first live Joseph experience, going to see Phillip Schofield in Edinburgh which I’ve posted about before. Then twice more.
Now I am trying to make it through the actual story. Two summary insights: Reuben was a good guy, and God was in control and it all made sense with hindsight for Joseph.
So, if you are ever putting on a production of Joseph and your narrator comes down with the lurgy – give me a call.
*sings* “And a man who can interpret could go far…… could become a star……”