The Musical Disease
It’s spreading again, rearing its ugly head yet once more to threaten innocent bystanders and seduce its numerous fans: The Musical Disease. In case you don’t know how this diabolic sickness manifests itself: If someone starts singing cheery songs, accompanied by more or less accomplished choreografies – RUN!!! For in that case, The Musical Disease is very, very close and reaching out to you, seeking to devour and seduce you. If it succeeds, you’ll want to listen to cheery or sentimental tunes about memories, love, Jesus, wizards and such for the rest of your life. And you’ll want to express your emotions by dancing and whirling around as if you had taken some strange unknown drug that’s by no means legal.
The Musical Disease originated way back in the 19th century – yes, it’s true! The Black Crook (1899) is commonly thought to be the original virus whereas Showboat was the first musical taken seriously. The Broadway in New York played a crucial role in bringing this disease about; so did guys like Leonard Bernstein or Gene Kelly (you all know Singing in the Rain, right?). With the rousing success of television and the movies, the disease found its way into our homes and cinemas as well – titles like The Wizard of Oz or Mary Poppins come to mind. However, there is one guy who’s particulary responsible for spreading The Musical Disease – let’s just call him Andy. You see, Andy had this weird dream of making everybody sing and dance, stage ambitious productions with elaborated choreografies – and he succeeded. He gave the world touching stories like Cats, Evita, Jesus Christ Superstar and The Phantom of the Opera. By now, you might actually having started to wonder where I’m getting with all of this – shortly, I’ll reveal the shattering truth. Just be a little patient.
Where was I? Oh yes, Andy and his ambitious dreams. All of a sudden, The Musical Disease became all the rage even though it had existed for a long time already, especially in the theatres on Broadway but also in movies. Now, however, it started to spread to European theatres as well, and soon it had infected theatres all over the world. Of course, some mutations of The Musical Disease are still cool and trendy today, such as The Rocky Horror Picture Show or Hair - probably because they’re not embarrassing, have a cool story and great music whereas The Phantom of the Opera is, well, mainly about tragic love and tacky even though the novel is not. The Phantom of the Opera therefore is, among others, an excellent example of what can happen to a great story if a guy like Andy decides it needs to be staged as a mutation of The Musical Disease.
This, now, finally brings me to my main point: Virtually everything is nowadays being made into a musical. Nothing is holy. Aida, for example, has been transformed into a musical. Why? Giuseppe Verdi wrote this beautiful opera long ago; the story doesn’t need any dancing and cheesy lyrics. It especially doesn’t need Sir Elton John to tackle it. But as I said, nothing is holy, nothing is sacred. And so there are musicals about composers (Mozart), empresses (Elisabeth of Austria), cult movies (The Fearless Vampire Killers – who on earth ever thought of making that one into a musical? Dancing vampires? Hello?), equally cult books (Dracula – dancing vampires again; not even all the garlic in the world could prevent this; The Three Musketeers – singing and dancing French cardinals, warriors and royals) and, yes, historical persons. The latest addition to the never-ending list of musicals is – brace yourselves, for this is truly awful – none other than the pharaoh Tut-Ankh-Amun. Yes. Egyptian history has been turned over to The Musical Disease. I don’t dare to imagine what this might actually look like, and I will refrain from travelling to Gutenstein in Lower Austria where this latest installment of The Musical Disease will premiere in July. However, if any of you should feel inclined to do so, here’s the link (just in case you don’t believe me): http://www.festspielegutenstein.at/ I cannot help wonder what will be next: The Knights Templar - The Musical? Surely each and every one of us has always wondered what a Knight Templar in full armour might look like when singing, dancing and prancing whilst in batlle. Or how about staging World War II as a musical? Wouldn’t that be fun? No? Exactly.
Sick people…
I’ve stated in my posting on the “about”-page that I’m glad to have left journalism as such behind because it can be a very sickening trade. You need to talk to people who have been abused, beaten, have lost a relative, a child, a husband, have experienced catastrophes and accidents. It takes a lot to stomach such things, yet writing about the sick things happening in this world pays some people’s rents. Still, I cannot help but wonder how some people can still sleep at night; I’m not referring to journalists alone who are trying to sell a story and benefit from it. No. It’s people like you and me that show their dark side when it comes to profit.
I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the incest case of Amstetten – a man imprisoned his own daughter for 24 years, abused her and fathered seven children, three of them being held captive as well while three were allowed to live with their grandpartens (the wife obviously not knowing what was going on and buying the husband’s story that the children were left on their porch by the supposedly disappeared daughter). It’s bad enough that all the media provide us with daily reports on this ugly matter; some stick to their values and report only what they know for a fact, others – the yellow press – go very far in order to acquire more readers. But nothing is as disgusting as this, reported in an article on http://derstandard.at: Neighbours of the family are selling information and pictures of the now 42 year old woman to journalists. The article reports that an italian journalists actually paid 4,000 euros for a picture of that woman showing her as a child. Other neighbours seem to offer their balconys, windows, porches – for a “good” view on the “house of horrors” and, of course, not for free. I cannot help but wonder what makes these people tick. They insult the victims. And they have to answer the question what on earth happened to their compassion, their humanity. I know all of us need money, and probably everybody has their price and can be bought. But this is just wrong. Think about it: Would you want your picture in all the newspapers, on every single tv-screen not just in Austria but all over the world? Would you want every single gruesome detail sold to greedy media, would you want yourselves to be exposed like this? If your answer to this is yes, you might feel comfortable with people selling information and pictures related to a horrible crime. You might also want to check your values, your compassion and humanity.
But the matter is, I think, a little more complex than this. It’s not just some greedy people trying to make some profit out of a tragedy. It’s also the media’s role that needs to be looked at here. If the media weren’t so keen on giving us every tiny detail on a crime, would someone actually sell it to them? And if we, the readers and viewers, wouldn’t be so keen on devouring every detail, shivering and going “Oh dear god, how could this have happened?”, thinking that such things only happen to “the others” – if we, as consumers of media, wouldn’t demand more information and more details, would there actually be a market for it? Would journalists try to outbid themselves on information or would they be content with what the police and lawyers give them? I know that I was never comfortable with digging around in other people’s lives, with trying to dig out every gruesome detail people were willing to share. I think that maybe it’s about time for all of us to reconsider our values and to be content with what the police is passing on to journalists.
This brings me to another point: What happens if someone doesn’t behave like a victim and chooses to withhold information even though the public thinks we have a right to know everything? I can tell you: The public doesn’t approve and feels betrayed. And if that victim actually is given their own talkshow and is suspected of making money, envy raises its ugly head. In case you’re wondering what I’m referring to: It’s the case of Natascha Kampusch, also held prison in a cellar for over eight years until she managed to escape about two years ago. Kampusch, obviously an intelligent and very brave young woman, chose not to share every tiny bit of information on her years in the cellar. And the public takes this personally. No one would admit, of course, that they are eager for gruesome details. Instead, people hide their anger about being “left out” behind statements like “Oh no, she’s on tv again. Why doesn’t she leave us alone?” In fact, she does. And it’s her right to complain about journalists making up rumours about her years in the cellar or publishing pictures that show her with a guy who, according to the yellow press, can, of course, be no other than her boyfriend. It’s the public which doesn’t leave her alone because she doesn’t behave like your average victim, because she has courage and intelligence. People obviously don’t like that about victims which proves once again that the human mind can be a strange thing, working along lines that can hardly be understood. I, for my part, don’t understand it. Not at all.
Hooray! Working again!
Finally: The search is over. Last week, I’ve had a call that I’ve been accepted on a job I had applied for, work started on Friday, May 2nd. It feels really, really good to be part of the “working class” again, especially since it’s a job I hadn’t counted on. See, I had applied for it in January and never heard anything at all – until two weeks ago I received an e-mail out of the blue asking me if I was still interested and would like to show up for an interview. Of course I was still interested and had time for an interview which turned out to be really nice and made me feel very comfortable. Five days later, I received the call that I had been accepted. Of course, I was on cloud number 9 for the rest of the day – and I must admit I fell into some kind of shopping frenzy (you do need new clothes and shoes when starting a new job, right?
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After only two days on the job I have a feeling that this will be not only fun but very rewarding and challenging as well. I never thought that I’d work for a customer magazine, dealing with cooking recipes and articles on wellness, but you can never foresee what the future holds in store for you, can you? We’ll see how this turns out in the future but my guts tell me that it was the right decision to accept this offer – not only because the payment is a lot better than on my last job but also because the people I’m working with seem to be very nice and the job itself seems to be, as I already said, very challenging without overtaxing me by asking too much. I’m glad I’ve had almost five years of experience in journalism so now I’m ready to take on more responsibility. Hooray!


