Free to Be...

I went to see Free To Be You... And Me this weekend, performed by kids at The Randolph Academy for the Performing Arts. I'd never seen the show live before, I don't think, though I'd watched the movie plenty of times in elementary school, and I think there was a book, and I had the record too. But of course there was much that I'd forgotten, and it surprised me too how relevant the material still is-- which is nice, that it can still be enjoyed, but too bad too, that the message is more necessary than it's ever been. Of course it's simplified-- I see now that simply giving William a doll and feeding tender sweet young things to the tigers was never going to change the world. The show is a product of a different way of thinking, but still, it lays down a terribly substantial foundation. I've always adored it, and was thrilled to discover most of the movie is available online. Check out Michael Jackson and Roberta Flack singing "When We Grow Up" (a video that is only the smallest bit creepy). And Marlo Thomas driving a taxi in "Parents Are People" was always my favourite.