And instantly my memories go back to the early 50s, living in an old farmhouse in East Vassalboro, ME, and listening to the Original Broadway Cast album (literally an album, since it was a book-bound collection of five sleeves to hold the five 78rpm disks) of “Carousel”, including one of the most difficult and exhausting numbers ever written for a musical, the eight-minute solo known only as “Soliloquy”, in which the antihero dreams of having a son—and then suddenly realizes to his horror that “he” might be a girl. (Searching on YouTube for “John Raitt Soliloquy” will turn up several TV recordings of it by the original performer; the one marked 1952 is probably best.)
And instantly my memories go back to the early 50s, living in an old farmhouse in East Vassalboro, ME, and listening to the Original Broadway Cast album (literally an album, since it was a book-bound collection of five sleeves to hold the five 78rpm disks) of “Carousel”, including one of the most difficult and exhausting numbers ever written for a musical, the eight-minute solo known only as “Soliloquy”, in which the antihero dreams of having a son—and then suddenly realizes to his horror that “he” might be a girl. (Searching on YouTube for “John Raitt Soliloquy” will turn up several TV recordings of it by the original performer; the one marked 1952 is probably best.)