Nope, the title does not reflect some marketing slogan for Rogaine.
Imagine his mortification when the performers assemble on stage completely naked.
This is in response to another Retrospect author’s mention that she saw the musical Hair during its original showing in Manhattan in 1968. Fast forward to 2011. My youngest son is graduating from The New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music in Manhattan. He’s a drummer. One of his instructors is in the pit orchestra for this reproduction of Hair. So my husband and I get tickets and accompany our son to the performance. He is seated between us. Of course he’s just a kid, might know some of the lyrics to some of the songs, but never saw the original, right? Imagine his mortification at the close of the first act, when the performers assemble on stage completely naked for a few breathtaking moments before the houselights shut down.
House lights come up for intermission. Silence from our son, who is pointedly staring straight ahead to avoid making eye contact with either parent. “Oh. Well. Yeah. Guess I’ll go back and see if I can talk to my professor.” As he disappears backstage, my husband and I burst out laughing, sharing a moment of boomer’s revenge.