Town Hall in New York, NY
GK: The problem with doing a show in New York City is that you have so much competition. You walk down the street and there are breakdancers (SFX), another block and a fire eater (SFX), right next to a street saxophonist (SFX). Walk down to Washington Square Park and there's a snake handler (SFX), a steel drummer (SFX), a woman doing bellydancing with little finger cymbals (SFX), and over here, some Peruvian panflute players (SFX) And a guy juggling swords (SFX) and here's a singer-songwriter in a flowing dress (FN WOMAN SINGS: MY LIFE IS A CRYSTAL TEARDROP AND I AM THE REFLECTION OF THE SUN) and next to her is a dog on a trampoline. (SFX) There's a lot of arts density here. And then you have big musicals too----
FN (SINGS, BIG):
Staten ISLAND. Where folks are SMILIN'.
Where life is rich beyond the Verrazano Bridge
And the ferry is very necessary to me.
No Brooklyn, no Bronx or Manhattan----
Give me Staten.
GK: And all the little clubs where tall women in black gowns slit up the side lean against pianos and sing ballads--
April in New York
The smell of bus fumes in the air
Sitting in a sidewalk café
And sip your liqueur in
The smell of old urine
Coming up from the subway.
GK: What chance does a Midwestern radio show have, compared to serious drama in New York theaters.
ER: What's wrong, Kevin?
TR: What's wrong?
ER: Something's off between you and me.
TR: You don't know what it is?
ER: No, I don't.
TR: I'm completely asexual, Theresa. The sight of you, beautiful as you are, makes no impression on me compared to what I feel about opera.
ER: So that's why the iPod----
TR: Maria Callas. Indescribable. Life pales in comparison.
ER: Before you go, there's one thing I want you to know about me, Kevin.
TR: What's that, Theresa?
ER: My name's not Theresa. It's Thomas.
TR: Oh. Interesting. Well, I guess I never would've known that.
ER: Probably not.
TR: How come your voice is high? Like a girl's?
ER: I'm on helium.
TR: And that's why you're so graceful and light?
ER: I get on a scale and I weigh 37 pounds.
TR: You should wear heavier shoes.
ER: I don't want them. I want to fly. Over the treetops.
TR: Wait. Wait. She's singing (FRENCH) from (FRENCH TITLE)---- Oh my gosh. (SS TINY SOPRANO VOICE FROM EAR BUD) Every time I hear her voice I feel utterly transported. ---- Theresa? Where'd you go? Theresa? (BRIDGE)
GK: All this competition used to discourage us, until we discovered that in midtown Manhattan, late afternoon, a lot of people are looking for a place to sit down. And that's us. Our audience is all worn out from the sights and sounds of the city and now they get to take a load off and enjoy some peace and quiet.
(BIRDS. DISTANT DOG. HORSE-DRAWN CARRIAGE APPROACHING. STOPS. FN: Hey, how's it going? (HORSE WHINNY)
GK: Not so bad. How's it with you?
FN: Could be worse. What you up to?
GK: Doing a show.
FN: Oh. How's that going?
GK: It's okay.
FN: Okay. Good talking to you. You take care.
GK: You too. Nice carriage.
FN: It's a surrey.
GK: Oh. Nice.
SURREY WITH THE FRINGE ON TOP
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).