Ivan Gina
Jul-6-09, 9:07 AM
Robin
I hope you are as excited as I am to learn that I have written a musical based on your LP about sweets.
It all started when I wrote some words for your instrumental song "Imperial":
Imperial, we love you, you are our fav'rite mint
We love to go and buy you
So long as we're not skint
We tried and hated Polos
So here it is in print
Imperial, we love your spark
You con-fection-er's flint!
It does sound better when played on the Hammond; next time I'm playing with my organ, I may videotape the result!
Feel free to use this, Robin, although you might have to get that Liz Frazier in for the high bits. I myself can't hit the top notes since my hernia transplant.
Anyway, my idea for "Imperial, The Musical" is this (just the first act or so - I don't want this idea stolen before it's had a chance to poke its embryonic head down through the birth-canal of my mind's womb:
(Curtain up to reveal a backdrop of a street made up of shelving units from a sweet shop. (We, along with some members of Girls Aloud, might need to spend a few weeks on your yacht in Antigua to decide on who we're going to use as an artist for this, Robin. We need someone with vision and a profound grasp of both nouvelle vague and Dada-esque principles - is Rolf Harris free?) Dancers on from left and right, high-kicking and all wearing Peter Mandelson masks as the first strains of the opening number "Sherbert For Herbert" kicks us off.))
Enter, stage left, our hero. Micky Imperial is a mint from the wrong side of town. He and his gang, the Hard Centres, cruise the backstreets/shelves all day. Micky Imperial delivers his first song "They Call Me Mallow Yellow" as two females dancers, dressed as mint julip lollipops, try to entice him into giving them a good licking.
The song finishes and the lights dim, as a member of a rival gang, The Liquorice Allsorts, are seen beating up Emmanuel Emanem, one of Micky Imperial's gang members, as they sing what will become their motif theme "Don't Be Dissin Me Chocolate Fingers, You Raspeberry Fool".
With his sugar coating smashed and having lost a fatal amount of his chocalate filling, Emmanuel staggers off towards home, where he's intercepted by Micky Imperial and the rest of the Hard Centres, who, after hearing Emanem's dying words, vow to exact their revenge on the Allsorts' leader, Pinkern White and his whole family. This secretly dismays Micky, as he is in a passionate but forbidden relationship with Orangern, Pinkern's sister.
The gang, minus Mickey, then sing an almost tribal song, using the music, dance and huge amounts of premium China White to incite each other to violence (Robin, I don't have any music for this song, but if I send you the lyrics to "Your Mama Was A Flake", could you do something meaningful with an accordian?). Mickey is seen scuttling off to warn his paramour of the impending arrival of the Hard Centres as the curtain falls.
Curtain up for scene two, as we see that we are now in Throat Lozenge Ghetto, where medicinal treats from former Soviet Bloc countries huddle in sub-standard packaging. One old, gnarled and well-chewed lozenge delivers the hauntingly beautiful "I've Never Caught A Salmon, 'Cos I'm Only A Fisherman's Friend". We see Micky Imperial seeking a short cut to Orangern, his love, through Throat Lozenge Ghetto, where he is accosted by the beautiful and mysterious Belgique Truffle, who tempts him with her luxurious soft bit. After singing a duet with Belgique ("My Love Is Like A Molten Snicker"), Mickey realises that this delay may be catastrophic for both Otrangern and her brother Pinkern and he rushes away to find them before it's too late.
Before curtain down on the first act, we're treated to a spoken summation, set to music, of the story so far. I think this is known as "wrapping".
Let me know what you think, Robin, and I'll call Lloyd-Webber as soon as you give me the nod.
All the best
Ivan
I hope you are as excited as I am to learn that I have written a musical based on your LP about sweets.
It all started when I wrote some words for your instrumental song "Imperial":
Imperial, we love you, you are our fav'rite mint
We love to go and buy you
So long as we're not skint
We tried and hated Polos
So here it is in print
Imperial, we love your spark
You con-fection-er's flint!
It does sound better when played on the Hammond; next time I'm playing with my organ, I may videotape the result!
Feel free to use this, Robin, although you might have to get that Liz Frazier in for the high bits. I myself can't hit the top notes since my hernia transplant.
Anyway, my idea for "Imperial, The Musical" is this (just the first act or so - I don't want this idea stolen before it's had a chance to poke its embryonic head down through the birth-canal of my mind's womb:
(Curtain up to reveal a backdrop of a street made up of shelving units from a sweet shop. (We, along with some members of Girls Aloud, might need to spend a few weeks on your yacht in Antigua to decide on who we're going to use as an artist for this, Robin. We need someone with vision and a profound grasp of both nouvelle vague and Dada-esque principles - is Rolf Harris free?) Dancers on from left and right, high-kicking and all wearing Peter Mandelson masks as the first strains of the opening number "Sherbert For Herbert" kicks us off.))
Enter, stage left, our hero. Micky Imperial is a mint from the wrong side of town. He and his gang, the Hard Centres, cruise the backstreets/shelves all day. Micky Imperial delivers his first song "They Call Me Mallow Yellow" as two females dancers, dressed as mint julip lollipops, try to entice him into giving them a good licking.
The song finishes and the lights dim, as a member of a rival gang, The Liquorice Allsorts, are seen beating up Emmanuel Emanem, one of Micky Imperial's gang members, as they sing what will become their motif theme "Don't Be Dissin Me Chocolate Fingers, You Raspeberry Fool".
With his sugar coating smashed and having lost a fatal amount of his chocalate filling, Emmanuel staggers off towards home, where he's intercepted by Micky Imperial and the rest of the Hard Centres, who, after hearing Emanem's dying words, vow to exact their revenge on the Allsorts' leader, Pinkern White and his whole family. This secretly dismays Micky, as he is in a passionate but forbidden relationship with Orangern, Pinkern's sister.
The gang, minus Mickey, then sing an almost tribal song, using the music, dance and huge amounts of premium China White to incite each other to violence (Robin, I don't have any music for this song, but if I send you the lyrics to "Your Mama Was A Flake", could you do something meaningful with an accordian?). Mickey is seen scuttling off to warn his paramour of the impending arrival of the Hard Centres as the curtain falls.
Curtain up for scene two, as we see that we are now in Throat Lozenge Ghetto, where medicinal treats from former Soviet Bloc countries huddle in sub-standard packaging. One old, gnarled and well-chewed lozenge delivers the hauntingly beautiful "I've Never Caught A Salmon, 'Cos I'm Only A Fisherman's Friend". We see Micky Imperial seeking a short cut to Orangern, his love, through Throat Lozenge Ghetto, where he is accosted by the beautiful and mysterious Belgique Truffle, who tempts him with her luxurious soft bit. After singing a duet with Belgique ("My Love Is Like A Molten Snicker"), Mickey realises that this delay may be catastrophic for both Otrangern and her brother Pinkern and he rushes away to find them before it's too late.
Before curtain down on the first act, we're treated to a spoken summation, set to music, of the story so far. I think this is known as "wrapping".
Let me know what you think, Robin, and I'll call Lloyd-Webber as soon as you give me the nod.
All the best
Ivan