“Hair” Looks Terrific
A few weeks ago, I took my daughter Elizabeth to see “Hair” in Central Park.
It was a perfect, magical New York night, and the Delacorte was jammed with a whole new wave of Hairies. They went mad, infected by the exuberance of the cast and the music and the beauty of the night.
The show is set in the ’60’s but the songs still resonate; the anti-war message has, sadly, a whole new relevance. Nonetheless, although I’m not sure if we’re still in the Age of Aquarius, with “sympathy and trust abounding,” it sure felt like it that night.
At the curtain call, my 19-year-old daughter went on stage with her cousin and a couple hundred other people to dance, and I realized I was exactly Elizabeth’s age when I was in “Hair” on Broadway, way back when, and I cried.
Happily, “Hair” is moving to Broadway in January, so if you’re in NYC, go see it.
Let the sunshine in!