On the Rocking of the Second-Person Personal Pronoun

I haven't yet written much about my time in America. That'll have to wait.

Yesterday, Mom, Jacob, and myself went into Toronto for a day. We decided we'd see a show, and then spend a night in the hotel, and come back to Hamilton.

The show we went to was We Will Rock You, a musical done using the music of Queen. I honestly feared it would be terrible, although family was assuring me that it was actually quite good.

I typically try not to get too excited or extreme in expressing my opinion of things. If you asked me how my day, meal, or whatever else was, and I said "It was okay," take that as "good." I try not to say something was good, unless it was actually above expectation, or better than normal.

So understand my full meaning when I tell you that the show was fantastic. Right from the start my heart was set at ease. My fear of a terrible love story, or cheesy drama, set to Queen's music was slaughtered when it was apparent that the musical wasn't going to take itself too seriously.

Simply put, the thing was a brilliant satire, making fun of epic quests, messiah stories, and the rock world's self-importance. Half the lines were a reference to some song or another. I have no problem admitting that I missed a lot of the references. In fact, I think the entire audience missed two or three, one of which I actually caught, and a few more that it seemed the cast lagged for a second, waiting for a reaction.

What more can be said? I'd do it again in a split second.

I have renewed my vow to get to the theater more often this year, although I'll be a poorer boy than last year. And anything in St. John's will likely not compare to what's shown in Toronto.

Either way, anybody interested in catching a show this term?