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Epilogue to yesterday
Epilogue to yesterday A young couple, the husband’s missing in action during World War I. Upon learning the news of his death his wife gives birth to their . But a few years later the husband turns out to be alive and he returns home only to find his wife with a lover. He kills the lover while the little boy is accidentally watching from the window. The parents cover up the incident and made their to promise to them that if he is ever asked by anybody he will claim that he never listened or saw anything and by all means he will never speak to anybody about the murder. And the boy just does that, from that point on he stops seeing, hearing and ‒ because of the latter ‒ speaking... But even worse fate awaits the blind, deaf and mute boy. One of his cousins bullies him and a perverted uncle of his even abuses him sexually. At the same time his parents, desperate with his condition, try to help him to get better in any way they can. They bring him to the leader of a cult religion and to a that is experimenting with hallucinogenic drugs but with no results in both cases. The boy communicates only with his subconscious which appears to him almost in the form of an imaginary friend. Maybe it is that subconscious that tells him to start playing pinball, a game in which he excels, first winning the local champion and then becoming himself world champion in it. And through that really famous... It is then that a medical expert finally tells the boy’s parents the obvious truth: That his condition isn’t medical but totally psychosomatic. More frustrated then after knowing the truth his mother breaks the mirror in which his can’t see himself. In a somewhat magical way that «wakes up» the boy, making him to go out of his self-implied retreat into his subconscious...But he still has his fans whom, like a Messiah, he tries to lead to an enlightenment like his own. For that reason he forces them to play pinball with their eyes and ears closed and without talking at all in a certain «holiday camp» he sets up. The harsh regime of that camp makes his followers to somehow rebel against him and then they leave the camp. He is all alone again but in a different way. It’s the time for a second, final enlightenment...His own, personal revelation. In case that anybody thought differently I have to make clear that this is not some story of mine like others on Saturdays and not even the summary of any book. This is a synopsis of the plot of «Tommy» - the title is taken from the name of the young boy who is the hero ‒ that is much more than only a record by The Who. The originally double<b> vinyl </font></b>album which was released on 1969 was the cause for some to coin the term «rock opera». That meant not only a concept album (with the songs thematically connected) like some of those that they already existed ‒ a good example is Frank Zappa’s/Mothers Of Invention’s «Freak Out!» - but a cycle of songs that really told a story. «Tommy» was an instant huge seller and before long it really became a famous piece of music but also a money making machine for The Who and others too. Except of its many reissues on record, then CD and finally DVD, some live ones too and even an orchestral version there was also its movie adaptation by Ken Russell on 1975 (with many very well known actors of the era and musicians too starring in it and of course a soundtrack to boot) and finally a Broadway (!!) stage musical version on 1993. With the exception of only two songs «Tommy» was the brainchild exclusively of Pete Townshend, The Who’s guitarist and leader who wrote all the music and the lyrics. Born into a family of professional musicians and with a background in a fine arts college Townshend showed very early that he had much greater expectations from and for the still very simple rock format than most of his peers. «Tommy» was his first step towards realizing some of them and although his second rock opera («Quadrophenia», 1973) would be much better, both music and lyric wise, it still stands very well the test of time today, almost forty whole years aft Just me but with all the ego left at the door... |
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5/18/2008 1:34 pm |
The crowd always needs leaders so they can blame them for its indetermination.....the crowd always needs heroes.....so it can crucify them instead of themselves....there is so much sorrow in this world borned by weakness and by moral preventions clown in the shadows
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