"I dreamed that I was Placido Domingo..."

So last night was the Keating! special sing along show. No, I didn't go, but I was a little tempted - I've listened to the CD about a billion times over the last couple of weeks, and I reckon by now I probably could sing most of it off by heart. It happens with every new favourite musical of mine, and I've become uncommonly fond of this one. And yay, I now have my own copy of the ABC2 live broadcast from last week, thanks to pelrun's heads up, so I can rewatch at my leisure.

And now my appetite has been whetted for more musicals - so far this year I've seen Chess and I've seen Keating! and I would have seen Wicked except that they decided not to come to Sydney, damn them, and I'm not quite prepared to hike down to Melbourne just for that. I wish it was like London or New York where you have a crazy smorgasboard to choose from, but I guess neither of those places could have given us Keating! which as one reviewer said is totally brilliant but absolutely unexportable.

Apparently there also exists TONY! The Blair Musical. Who would have thought?