I'm still scratching my head after seeing "
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson" at the
Kirk Douglas Theater last night.
I admit I didn't know much about our nation's 8
th President -- his decision to drive
Native Americans west from their homelands or his efforts to make
Florida part of the
United States.
But I couldn't get past the artistic decision to present this story as an
emo rock concert. Somehow an anthem like "
Populism, Yea, Yea" just seemed odd to me.
And I couldn't get past characters from the 1820s talking like Valley Girls from the 1980s.
I know this was supposed to be a wry indictment of the current
Bush Administration. But unlike "
Spring Awakening" (which I loved) the modern staging of this show really bugged me. But it also fascinated me. Like I said, I'm still scratching my head.
But here's one interesting tidbit on
Old Hickory from the program -
Jackson's pet parrot attended his funeral, but, unfortunately, had to be removed from the service due to his non-stop swearing.