I watched them dance last night.
All of these kids in their flashy matching costumes, dancing these carefully choreographed routines while the audience whistled and clapped their approval, it brought back so many memories.
At every performance, there is always that one performance that sticks with you. Once upon a time it was three girls in top hats strutting their stuff to Steam Heat, and after that, a small troupe that twisted and contorted to Dave Brubeck's Take Five.
Last night it was Little Boxes.
Little Boxes
Malvina Reynolds
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
At first the sound irked me, but there is something in there that just works. Listen here, but be warned it is mildly 'yowling cat'.
