Saturday, January 19, 2013

Review: Anything Goes at Golden Gate Theater

Today, we saw Anything Goes Musical (revival) playing in San Francisco's Golden Gate Theater.
According to Wikipedia:
Anything Goes is a musical with music and lyrics by Cole Porter. The original book was a collaborative effort by Guy Bolton and P.G. Wodehouse, heavily revised by the team of Howard Lindsay and Russel Crouse. The story concerns madcap antics aboard an ocean liner bound from New York to London. Billy Crocker is a stowaway in love with heiress Hope Harcourt, who is engaged to Lord Evelyn Oakleigh. Nightclub singer Reno Sweeney and Public Enemy #13 Moonface Martin aid Billy in his quest to win Hope. The musical introduced such songs as "Anything Goes", "You're the Top", and "I Get a Kick Out of You."
The revival musical playing in San Fracisco's Golden Gate Theater featured Rachel York as Reno Sweeney.
I really enjoyed the performance as all the songs are standards. I wish I could see this on Broadway with Sutton Foster playing the role of Reno Sweeney.








I really liked Cole Porter's lyrics of the song, "You're the Top" sung by Reno and Billy:

You're The Top Lyrics 


by Musical "Anything Goes"
from Best of Broadway - American Musical Soundtrack


[RENO]
Billy, where's the old Crocker confidence? You 
Think he's got one tiny fraction of your brains, 
your looks, your...your... 
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic 
That I always have found it best, 
Instead of getting 'em off my chest, 
To let 'em rest unexpressed, 
I hate parading my serenading 
As I'll probably miss a bar, 
But if this ditty is not so pretty 
But least it'll tell you 
How great you are. 

You're the top! 
You're the Colosseum. 
You're the top! 
You're the Louvre Museum. 
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss 
You're a Bendel bonnet, 
A Shakespeare's sonnet, 
You're Mickey Mouse. 
You're the Nile, 
You're the Tower of Pisa, 
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa 
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, 
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top! 

[BILLY]
Your words poetic are not pathetic. 
On the other hand, babe, you shine, 
And I can feel after every line 
A thrill divine 
Down my spine. 
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans 
Might think that your song is bad, 
But I got a notion 
I'll second the motion 
And this is what I'm going to add; 

You're the top! 
You're Mahatma Gandhi. 
You're the top! 
You're Napoleon Brandy. 
You're the purple light 
Of a summer night in Spain, 
You're the National Gallery 
You're Garbo's salary, 
You're cellophane. 
You're sublime, 
You're turkey dinner, 
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner 
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop 
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, 
You're the top! 

[RENO]
You're the top! 
You're an arrow collar 
You're the top! 
You're a Coolidge dollar, 
You're the nimble tread 
Of the feet of Fred Astaire, 
You're an O'Neill drama, 

[BILLY]
You're Whistler's mama, 

[RENO]
You're camembert. 

[BILLY]
You're a rose, 
You're Inferno's Dante, 

[RENO]
You're the nose 
On the great Durante. 
I'm just in a way, 
As the French would say, "de trop". 
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, 
You're the top! 

[BILLY]
You're the top! 
You're a dance in Bali. 
You're the top! 
You're a hot tamale. 
You're an angel, you, 
Simply too, too, too diveen, 
You're a Boticcelli, 

[RENO]
You're Keats, 

[BILLY]
You're Shelly, 

[RENO]
You're Ovaltine. 

[BILLY]
You're a boom, 
You're the dam at Boulder, 
You're the moon, 
Over Mae West's shoulder, 
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. 

[RENO]
Or GOP! 

[BILLY]
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, 
You're the top! 

[RENO]
You're the top! 
You're a Waldorf salad. 
You're the top! 
You're a Berlin ballad. 
You're the boats that glide 
On the sleepy Zuider Zee, 
You're an old Dutch master, 

[BILLY]
You're Lady Astor, 

[RENO]
You're broccoli. 

[BILLY]
You're romance, 
You're the steppes of Russia, 
You're the pants on a Roxy usher, 
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, 

[BOTH]
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, 
You're the top!

I also liked the lyrics from "It's De-lovely":
[BILLY]
The night is young, the skies are clear 
So if you want to go walking, dear, 
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. 
I understand the reason why 
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I, 
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. 
You can tell at a glance 
What a swell night this is for romance, 
You can hear dear Mother Nature 
Murmuring low, 
"Let yourself go!" 
So please be sweet, my chickadee, 
And when I kiss you, just say to me, 
"It's delightful, it's delicious, 
It's delectable, it's delirious, 
It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe, 
It's de-lovely". 

[HOPE]
I feel a sudden urge to sing 
The kind of ditty that invokes the spring. 

[BILLY]
I'll control my desire to curse 
While you crucify the verse. 

[HOPE]
This verse I started seems to me 
The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody, 

[BILLY]
So spare us all the pain, 
Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain... 

[HOPE]
Mi, mi, mi, mi, 
Re, re, re, re, 
Do, sol, mi, do, la, si. 

The night is young, the skies are clear 
So if you want to go walking, dear, 
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. 
I understand the reason why 
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I, 
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. 
You can tell at a glance 
What a swell night this is for romance, 
You can hear dear Mother Nature 
Murmuring low, 
"Let yourself go!" 

[BILLY]
So please be sweet, my chickadee, 
And when I kiss you, just say to me, 
"It's delightful, it's delicious, 
It's...It's de-lovely".

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