Assassins
最近的时局让我非常想看一部桑神的剧： Assassins。
里面的角色最喜欢的是那个代表广大底层奴隶主利益刺杀了林肯的John Wilkes Booth和因为胃病进而怨社会怨体制怨总统然后跑去刺杀罗斯福的意大利移民Giuseppe Zangara（他说他本来想去刺杀胡佛总统的，但是胡佛在华盛顿，华盛顿天儿太冷了对胃不好，所以他到南边的迈阿密来刺杀罗斯福……哦，因为他个子太矮了，只能站在一把摇摇晃晃的椅子上，结果瞄不准，打了几枪都没打中罗斯福，最后打死了芝加哥市长Cermak。）
不过这句这剧里我觉得旋律性最强最洗脑的是一首男女合唱的Unworthy of your love，因为深爱着Jodie Foster而去刺杀里根的John Hinckley Jr和因为深爱着Charles Manson而去刺杀福特总统的Lynette Fromme，两个人合唱的一首很动人的抒情歌。
马几个油管视频：
2004宽街复排全剧（NPH和Michael Cerveris主演的那版，不过这个分辨率有点低）
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vItcB9zw5EU
复排片花（感叹一下，那时候NPH还没演巴尼叔叔，James Barbour筒子也还是清清白白一枚青年才俊哎）
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDEqngbR1kw
原卡在卡内基音乐厅演唱会上唱的Ballad of Booth（Victor Garber大叔）
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAJRiM9EWX0
这剧的纪录片，词曲剧本作者采访
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29P7x4z6NXU
最后我一定要推荐一下Zangara那首歌How I saved Roosevelt，简直太欢乐了，我每次听都忍不住想跟着抖腿晃脑袋。这首歌是借了John Philip Sousa的"El Capitan"和"Washington Post March"，用了意大利Tarantella风格，但是效果就是这么妙，再一次感叹桑爷爷是神。
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLl5Ec2E8Pg&list=PLCFC45CBC13F1564C&index=3
歌词：
Ladies and Gentlemen a Toast
GUITEAU (spoken):
Ladies and gentlemen, a toast. To the presidency of the United States. An office, which by its mere existence reassures us that the possibilities of life are limitless. An office, the mere idea of which reproaches us when we fall short of being all that we can be. A grand and glorious office to which at least one among us may one day aspire. Ladies and gentlemen, what can I say? Hail to the chief!
BOOTH (spoken):
You know, you really ought to do something about that stomach
ZANGARA (spoken):
I do everything about this stomach!
BOOTH (spoken):
Oh, yes?
ZANGARA (spoken):
I give up wine, no good. I give up smokes, no good. I quit my work, no good. I move Miami, no good. I take appendix out, no good. Nothing no good. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
BOOTH (spoken):
Have you considered shooting Franklin Roosevelt?
ZANGARA (spoken):
You think that help?
BOOTH (spoken):
It couldn't hurt
How I Saved Roosevelt
(radio announcer)
that was president-elect franklin d. roosevelt,
ladies and gentlemen, speaking to a crowd
of supporters here in miami’s beautiful bayfront park.
a group of notables are pressing in around
the president-elect’s car.
there’s mayor anton cermak of chicago, and-
there’s been a shot! i can’t see-wait!
mr. roosevelt is waving! he’s all right!
but mayor cermak has been hit!
the police have somebody in custody. an immigrant.
giuseppe zangara.
we take you now to a group of eyewitnesses
who will tell us what they saw!
(bystander #1)
we’re crowded up close,
and i see this guy,
he’s squeezing by,
i catch his eye,
i say to him, “where do you
think you are trying to go, boy?
whoa, boy!”
i say, “listen, you runt,
you’re not pulling that stunt,
no gentleman pushes his way to the front.”
i say, “move to the back!”, which he does
with a grunt-
which is how i saved roosevelt!
(bystander #2)
then-
well, i’m in my seat,
i get up to clap,
i feel this tap,
i turn-this sap,
he says he can’t see,
i say, “find a lap
and go sit on it!”
which is how i saved-
(bystander #3)
then-
he started to swear
and he climbed on a chair,
he was aiming a gun-i was standing right there-
so i pushed it as hard as i could in the air,
which is how i saved roosevelt!
(all three)
lucky i was there-
(bystander #1)
that’s why he was standing back so far-!
(bystander #3)
that’s why when he aimed, he missed the car-!
(all three)
just lucky i was there,
or we’d have been left
bereft of f.d.r.!
(zangara)
you think that i scare?
no scare.
you think that i care?
no care.
i look at the world-
no good. no fair. nowhere.
when i am boy,
no school.
i work in a ditch,
no chance.
the smart and the rich
ride by,
don’t give no glance.
ever since then, because of them,
i have the sickness in the stomach,
which is the way i make my idea
to go out and kill roosevelt.
first i was figure i kill hoover,
i get even for the stomach.
only hoover up in washington.
is wintertime in washington,
too cold for the stomach in washington-
i go down to miami kill roosevelt.
no laugh!
no funny!
men with the money,
they control everything.
roosevelt, hoover-
no make no difference.
you think i care who i kill?
i no care who i kill,
long as it’s king!
(bystander #4 (man)
the crowd’s breaking up
and i hear these shots,
and i mean lots-
(bystander #5 (his wife)
i thought i’d plotz-
(man)
i spotted hi-
(wife)
my stomach was tied in knots-
(man)
so i barrelled-
(wife)
harold-!
no, happened was this:
he was blowing a kiss-
(man)
she means roosevelt-
(wife)
i was saying to harold, “this weather is bliss!”
(man)
when you think that we might have missed seeing
him miss-!
(both)
lucky we were there!
(wife)
it was a historical event-!
(man)
worth every penny that we spent!
(bystanders)
just lucky we were there!
(bystander #1)
to think, if i let him get up closer-!
(bystander #3)
i saw right away he was insane
oh, this is my husband, we’re from maine-
(bystander #2)
he told me to sit, but i said, “no, sir!”
(bystander #4)
this makes our vacation a real success!
(bystander #5)
are you with the press?
(photographer)
yes.
(bystander #5)
oh god, i’m a mess…
(bystander #1)
some left wing foreigner, that’s my guess-
(zangara)
no left!
you think i am left?
no left, no right,
no anything!
only american!
zangara have nothing,
no luck, no girl,
zangara no smart, no school,
but zangara no foreign tool,
zangara american!
american nothing!
and why there no photographers?
for zangara no photographers!
only capitalists get photographers!
no
(bystanders)
right!
lucky
no fair
i was there!
nowhere!
so what?
i’m on the front page-
is that bizarre?
no sorry!
and all of those pictures,
like a star!
and soon no
just lucky i was there!
zangara!
we might have been left
who care?
bereft of f.
pull switch!
no care,
d.
no more,
no-
r.
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