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A ‘Spectacular’ Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour AudreyIn the 20th century, Hollywood’s BIG pictures – especially when they featured singing, dancing and a cast of thousands – were called “Spectaculars.”

The Baldwyn Main Street Players will present their version of a sure-nuff “Spectacular” over the next two weeks.

“Little Shop of Horrors” opens for business in the Claude Gentry Theater on Thursday, November 14th, at 7:30 PM, beginning a 6-show run.  ICC Choral Director and BMSP board member Karen Davis will direct.  Davis uses all her many talents – musical direction, choreography, etc. – to bring a professional level version of LSOH to life in Baldwyn.  Puppets, dance numbers, and a set and lighting combination that will rival anything seen in Mississippi theater this year will be featured, and those elements together with a stellar cast will raise the bar once again on the quality that has come to be expected from BMSP shows.

LSOH CastThis wacky, spooky musical originally based on a B-movie from the 1960’s tells the story of Seymour Krelborn, an apprentice Skid Row florist in New York City.  Seymour, ably portrayed by Baldwyn high-schooler Hunter Grissom, sees a lifetime of terrible luck begin to change when he acquires a strange plant in Chinatown during an unexpected total eclipse of the sun.  Seymour’s find, a type of Venus flytrap, suddenly grows to gigantic proportions, simultaneous to Seymour’s improving fortune.  But problematically, the plant food that fuels the young florist’s change of luck, and his plant’s rapid growth, is none other than … human blood!

Local songstress Allison Dugger Glover is cast as Seymour’s love interest and co-worker Audrey, and she delivers several memorable numbers during this classic show.  Little Shop of Horrors marks Glover’s first appearance in a Main Street Player production.  Hopefully, there will be many more to come from this talented actress and singer.

Seymour Audrey MushnickCadley Burns, as sadistic dentist Orin Scrivello, and David Jenkins, as beleaguered flower shop owner Mr. Mushnik, round out the four principle players in the Little Shop cast.  Both Burns and Jenkins are featured in some of the show’s most hilarious moments.  The pair last appeared at the Claude Gentry Theater in separate bits in the Relay For Life fundraiser “A Really Big Show” in August, but technically, Little Shop will also serve as their Main Street Player debut.

Lorie Richey, Jackie Pruitt and Becky Bishop carry the story from scene to scene as a singing trio of street people.  Steve Collins, Jonathan Hancock, Casey Cagle and Noah Hancock round out the cast in smaller but fun and important roles.  Of course, Clark Richey will wriggle his way into a cameo appearance of some sort, too.

Backstage Cindi Burns, Mac Trollinger, Haley Cockrell and Tina Velasquez will assist Davis on this second show of BMSP’s 2013-2014 season.

LSOH TrioThere will be evening performances of Little Shop of Horrors in the Simon Spight Auditorium/Claude Gentry Theatre on Thursday (Nov. 14), Saturday (Nov. 16), Monday (Nov. 18), Thursday (Nov. 21), and Saturday (Nov. 23) at 7:30 PM each night.  Additionally, there will be a matinee on Sunday, November 17, at 2 PM.

What people see when the curtain opens on Little Shop of Horrors this Thursday will dramatically change perceptions – forever – of just what can be done in community theater in Baldwyn.  Prepare to be wowed by this local “Spectacular.”

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Kids Need to Live a Little These Days

An elementary school in Nashua, New Hampshire, has now banned playing tag during recess.

It won’t be long before playing dodge ball will be a federal offense.

5 D's of DodgeballWe have reached a point in America where if a single person is injured or offended by any practice, everyone must immediately stop that practice.

I’m positive we aren’t headed in the right direction.  I’m just not sure when we made the turn.

When I was in elementary school there was a deep, open ditch that ran the length of our playground.  We routinely jumped this ditch.  When rains were heavy, we floated broken pieces of sticks down it and ran along beside to see whose stick – “kayak” – would win the race.  At the north end of the playground, the ditch ran into a huge culvert which went under the cafeteria driveway and then under the old high school football field.  At the opposite end of the campus was a grate which drained into the culvert.  The greatest challenge of grade school manhood was to enter the culvert at the elementary school and make your way all the way to the far northern grate where your buddies awaited to validate your rite of passage.

I went in on more than a few occasions, usually with my friend Don Spivey, and secured my status as an actual male.

On our playground, there were metal monkey bars, steel slides and a merry-go-round that could break a kid’s arm or leg like snapping a twig.  And we had a ball playing on all of it.  Admittedly, we also had several kids break their arms and legs.

Merry Go RoundThere were metal chain swings – industrial grade – from which kids would jump once they got the thing going, somewhere above the 8’-mark.  I well remember that sinking feeling in my stomach when I would get so high that the chain would go slack.  Then the whole apparatus would just drop, and you’d scramble to grab onto chain, seat, anything available, before the swing violently snapped taut at the bottom of the arc.  This unseated many a pre-teen daredevil.  But sometimes it didn’t, and you shouted to your friends on your uncanny ability to avert disaster.

Being a kid, when I was a kid, was not like being confined to a padded room in an asylum.  Kids lived a little.

I have jumped off the roof of my grandparents’ house to the ground.  I have stacked up boards on concrete blocks and have ridden my bike over these home-made ramps at a high rate of speed.  I have wandered alone deep into remote woods, crossing creeks and encountering the occasional snake or stray dog.  I have ridden on the tailgate of a truck from the country to town, and I even let my toe drag on the ground while we were moving when I got a wild hair.

I’ve ridden to Panama City, Florida, from Baldwyn, Mississippi, while lying in the space between the back seat and the back window of my grandmother’s old sedan.

How is it that I could possibly still be alive?

We’ve gone too far today.  Maybe we shouldn’t go back to kids dragging their feet from the tailgates of moving trucks, but we sure as heck need to let the kids play tag on the playground.

How will they ever know that there are consequences to actions if they never get to act?

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