The Times They Are A'Changin'

And now for the latest heart-rending episode in Broadway's own reality soap opera, "When Bad Shows Happen to Great Songwriters."

If you happen to be among the masochists who make a habit of attending the entertainments called jukebox musicals, in which pop hits are beaten up by singing robots, you may think you've seen it all: the neutering of Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys in "Good Vibrations," the canonizing (and shrinking) of John Lennon as a misunderstood angel-child in "Lennon," and the forcible transformation of Johnny Cash from Man in Black to Sunshine Cowboy in "Ring of Fire."

But even these spectacles of torture with a smile, frightening though they may be, are but bagatelles compared with the systematic steamrolling of Bob Dylan that occurs in "The Times They Are A-Changin'," which opened last night at the Brooks Atkinson Theater. (NY Times)

Watch the 'Like A Rollin Stone' production number:
http://www.bestweekever.tv/2006/10/25/icymi-bob-dylan-is-like-a-rollin-over-in-his-grave/

 

Yes, the number is horrible.

But, VH1 says Dylan is dead?

Umm. No, he's not.

 

what. the. fuck.

 

... Ron Burgundy had never heard that song ...

 

Mamma Mia is a very good musical, and I understand Jersey Boys is good, too. That said, Dylan on Broadway can't be a good idea.

 

Wasn't the worst thing in the world. But the dancers sort of remind me of the characters from Total Coehlo's "I Eat Cannibal" video. Or do they look like the zombies from Thriller? Eh, whatever.

Can't be any worse than this (and be honest, who here at SportsJournalists.com was at this show?!)

 

Some men can live up to their loftiest ideals without ever going higher than a basement.

 

I sooo would have been there, but I was only 8 at the time and I lived some 650 miles away.

And while we're talking about Broadway musical dreck, can we add Movin' Out?

 

C'mon, I saw Huey Lewis in New Haven about 1987. But I was comped. He was good!