Lo fi

[Clive]

Another musical bites the dust. The Broadway adaptation of Nick Hornby’s novel, High Fidelity was due to be put out of its misery today after a pitfully short run. That ever-readable theatre-blogger, The Playgoer, had a hard time finding any positive reviews. (Twyla Tharp’s Bob Dylan show suffered a similar fate.) There’s a touch of unintentional humour in the comments section as a reader waxes indignant about this line in one of the very few raves:

…Impressive last year as the best of the Lennon‚Äôs in the musical "Lennon," he sings and acts with a truthfulness that makes you want to jump right up and buy a 45.

It’s obviously a generation thing. Most of us know a 45 is a record, right? I don’t know why that makes me laugh, but it just does.