“Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” is delightful. Joseph makes people laugh, makes me laugh. Joseph makes people sing. Joseph makes me sing.
But it’s too happy, isn’t it? It wasn’t like that in the middle of the desert, after all. Tossed into a pit, afraid for his life, Joseph wouldn’t have scared himself with a snake sock puppet, right? (That’s how a bit of that scene was played at the Fort Wayne Civic Theatre version of “Joseph” this year).
But when Joseph and his brothers were sitting safe in Egypt, telling the stories for the grandkids, I can see the laughter, the musical variety, the big production. Not because it was made up, but because they had some perspective, because they knew how that part of the story turned out.
That’s why I try to tell stories the way I do, especially stories from the Bible. I assume that they are about real people who talked and laughed and argued. I assume that bits were left out. I assume that the stories are there to tell.
And I want to tell stories so well that you think, “I wish there was more.” And then I can say, “There is.”
What do you want to do really well?