Little Mary Sunshine - Music

Music

The musical numbers for Little Mary Sunshine are appropriately tongue-in-cheek: any triteness and corn (and there is a good deal of both) is fully intended, rather than inadvertent. This is musical parody at a very high level.

Particularly memorable among the songs are the show's most conspicuously parodic song, "Colorado Love Call" ("Indian Love Call" revisited), which evokes memories of Nelson Eddy's duets with Jeanette MacDonald; the hopelessly optimistic "Look for a Sky of Blue"; the catchy yet schmaltzy tune "In Izzenschnooken on the Lovely Essenzook Zee"; the soft-shoe-styled "Once in a Blue Moon"; the lyrical waltzes "You're the Fairest Flower" and "Do You Ever Dream of Vienna?"; the comedy-lyric-laden "Mata Hari"; and especially the exaggerated triple-counterpoint medley "Playing Croquet", "Swinging", and "How Do You Do?" (three songs combined instead of the usual two).

Here is a list of the numbers:

Overture
Act I
  • The Forest Rangers
  • Little Mary Sunshine
  • Look for a Sky of Blue
  • You're the Fairest Flower
  • In Izzenschnooken on the Lovely Essenzook Zee
  • Playing Croquet
  • Swinging
  • How Do You Do?
  • Tell a Handsome Stranger
  • Once in a Blue Moon
  • Colorado Love Call
  • Every Little Nothing
  • Finale ("What Has Happened?"; "Look for a Sky of Blue")
Act II
  • Such a Merry Party
  • Say "Uncle"
  • Me a Heap Big Injun
  • Naughty, Naughty Nancy
  • Mata Hari
  • Do You Ever Dream of Vienna?
  • A Shell Game (pantomime)
  • Coo Coo
  • Finale ("The Forest Rangers"; "Look for a Sky of Blue")

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