Having championed his productions of Shakespeare, Beckett and even Noah Haidle, when Classicalite heard that Daniel Bumgardner was adapting a classic Weezer record for the stage, we just knew we had to feature it here.
We've given you two prior installments of You've Got My Song: The [unofficial] Weezer Musical, and lucky for us all, Bumgardner's obliging us further. This time, though, he's changed the name: You've Got My Song: the [unauthorized] Weezer musical.
Quoth Bumgardner: "[Pinkerton is] adolescent, harsh, visceral, and it longs for something unattainable that causes you to relish in the abusive yearning of it all. Consider [You've Got My Song] a concert narrative in dramatic form."
Classicalite continues, then, with Act 1, Scenes 4 & 5. Or, as Daniel Bumgardner writes below: "No Other One" and "Why Bother?"
Several months later. A different Revelation. Same intensity.
JON: My girl's a liar, but I'll stand beside her. She's all I've got, and I don't wanna be alone. My girl don't see me when she's with my friends. She's all I've got, and I don't wanna be alone.
No, there is no other one. No. There is no other one. I can't have any other one--though I would. Now, I never could with one.
All of the drugs she does scare me real good. She's got a tattoo and two pet snakes. Nobody knows me like her; nobody knows her like me. We're all we've got, and we don't wanna be alone.
No, there is no other one. No. There is no other one. I can't have any other one--though I would. Now, I never could with one. No, there is no other one. No. There is no other one. I won't have any other one--though I would. Now...I never could with one.
A letter floats gently to the ground. It lands at Jon's feet. He could smell it. He pockets it.
Paul is at work. He sits at his desk, in sharp contrast to the world around him. A girl, Maria, sits at the desk opposite his. A casual, dull exchange. His mind wanders.
PAUL: I know I should get next to you. You got a look that makes me think you're cool. But it's just sexual attraction--not somethin' real. So, I'd rather keep wackin'.
Jon is at home. Susanne sits across the room. Aftermath. His mind races.
PAUL & JON: Why bother? It's gonna hurt me. It's gonna kill, when you desert me. This happened to me twice before; it won't happen to me anymore.
PAUL: I've known a lot of girls before. What's the harm in knowin' one more? Maybe we could even get together. Maybe, you could break my heart next summer.
PAUL & JON: Why bother? It's gonna hurt me. It's gonna kill, when you desert me. This happened to me twice before; it won't happen to me anymore.
JON: It's a crying shame. I'm all alone--not with you, nor her, nor anyone. Won't you knock me on my head? Crack it open, let me outta here.
PAUL, JON, SUSANNE, & MARIA: Why bother? It's gonna hurt me. It's gonna kill, when you desert me. This happened to me twice before. It won't happen to me anymore.
Time passes, Jon and Paul remain in focus.
