In 2005 I had the brilliant idea to write a stage musical based on the cult Madonna film Desperately Seeking Susan, scored with the hit songs of Blondie. I set the show in 1979, infusing it with a gritty Lower East Side, punk edge. A real New York musical. Big producers from the West End picked it up, eager to open it in London - an Angloholic's dream come true! My dream come true.
This Saturday sees the first episode of Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber's search for a new Jesus Christ Superstar on ITV. It seems like the ultimate quest - trying to find a Jesus Christ. People are always seeing images of Him. But could this image have the abs for a loin cloth and sing falsetto in arenas around the UK opposite a Radio 1 DJ and a former Spice Gi
Back in 1972 Stephen Schwartz, the man behind every teenage girl's musical delight Wicked, teamed up with Bob Fosse to create Pippin, a show that ran for just under 2000 performances. Cabaret, Grease and A Chorus Line were around at the same time and have recently had hugely successful revivals, but till now Pippin has been pretty much lost.
I don't think it's wildly hyperbolic to suggest that musical theatre is generally regarded as the arse-end of all culture. Like the happy-go-lucky mongrel among a snooty pack of pedigrees, dragged on a leash by their oddball ringmaster, Andrew Lloyd Webber; they tend to get it wrong more times than they get it right.