Monday, March 31, 2008

Krok 'n' Awe

On March 9, 2008, the Harvard Krokodiloes performed at Carnegie Hall. The sold out concert (which also featured the Yale Whiffenpoofs and the Princeton Tigertones) was part of a weekend-long celebration produced by Krok alum Brian Bumby, and it was what you'd expect from the Kroks: understated. Just kidding! There was a black-tie banquet for 400, royalty flying in from Europe, etc. Blah blah blah.

There was also an a cappella roast, written by a Tony-nominated duo, no less.

Larry O'Keefe is a Krok alum, class of 1991. He met his wife, Nell Benjamin '93, at Harvard. They are perhaps best known as the composers and lyricists for Broadway's very funny (not to mention deceptively smart) Legally Blonde: The Musical. They were also the emcees for the Kroks show at Carnegie's Zankel Hall.

Here's act one of their self-lampooning script from Zankel Hall. Act two coming tomorrow.


LARRY: Good afternoon, I’m Larry.

NELL: And I’m Nell.

LARRY: And we are so incredibly thrilled to be here today among 600 of the very best people we have ever met. I’m not kidding. I know you are, because each of you has a deep appreciation and love for Ivy League a cappella music! Woo hoo!

NELL: Larry and I have a deep appreciation for it too. The skills we learned from Ivy League a cappella music helped us in our careers. As some of you may know we are the writers of a show currently running on Broadway: Legally Blonde The Musical.

LARRY: Playing right now at the Palace Theater.

NELL: 47th and 7th. Hope you can come see it!

LARRY: The matinee’s at 3pm! If you run now you can just catch it! Thank you very much!

NELL: Bye!

They run off stage. Pause. They return sheepishly.

NELL: Apparently we’ve been told we should do more than shill for our own show. Back to today’s topic: We have a very personal appreciation for Ivy League a cappella music.

LARRY: We are, in fact, married because of Ivy League a cappella music. We met as undergraduates, because Nell saw me, on a stage not unlike this one, wearing a tuxedo, singing as a member of the Harvard Krokodiloes.

NELL: Faced with the evidence it was apparent that I had to get me some a’ that.

LARRY: (blushing) Thank you. And so –

NELL: (appreciatively) Mm-mmm.

LARRY: So once again --

NELL: Daaaamn!

LARRY: (flustered) Why, thank you, Nell. …But in this way, we see the grand mission of a cappella singing was again fulfilled. Because why do young men join a cappella groups? This underdog of the arts, this redheaded stepchild of glee club; why does the flower of young manhood turn away from healthy pursuits like squash or Nintendo Wii to stand in a line snapping their fingers and singing the music of their great-grandparents? Why?

NELL: For the tail.

LARRY: Tail?

NELL: Tail. They think girls will sleep with them after the concert. (Giving happy thumbs up sign) And they will!

LARRY: They will!

NELL: Why? Girls see this line of guys in tuxedos and they think “Hey! It’s my wedding!”
…Then the next morning they wake up, they go, “Well, I saw the guys in tuxedos, I remember hearing some hymns, but I’m damned if I can find a ring!”
…I’m clearly making some of the mothers in the audience nervous. But don’t worry! It turned out okay for me! (Nell shows off her wedding ring.) See?
…But to be fair, not all these young men join a cappella groups to get girls to sleep with them.

LARRY: Some join these groups in the hope that guys will sleep with them.

(Larry and Nell both give happy thumbs up sign.)

NELL: And they will!

LARRY: They see a line of guys in tuxedos and they think “Hey! It’s my wedding!”

NELL: But all the tail is merely the excuse for a cappella music, not its grand purpose.

LARRY: It’s not? Then what is that grand purpose? Are you referring to a musical tradition? A continuity of culture?

NELL: I’m referring, Larry, to the molding of young people into America’s most productive and self-actualized citizens.

LARRY: Why thank you, Nell. But how is that accomplished?

NELL: Larry, a cappella music vastly accelerates the process by which brilliantly talented young men become… insufferable.

LARRY: Right. …Wait, what?

NELL: (cheerfully) Insufferable!

LARRY: Insufferable?

NELL: Every Ivy League student becomes insufferable. But studies show an Ivy League a cappella singer becomes insufferable up to seven and a half times faster.

LARRY: What, you mean it’s like advanced placement?

NELL: Exactly. And because it’s so accelerated, the subsequent return to reality is more painful, but quicker. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

LARRY: (flinching) Ow!…

NELL: Instead of sloooowly tearing the Band-Aid of Disappointment off through your thirties, forties, and beyond…

LARRY: Well, I don’t know if I can agree with your thesis, but in some ways you’re right. It was quite a come-down… all the tuxedoes, the adulation..

NELL: The tail…

LARRY: …I thought life would be handed to me on a platter. Then after graduation I was carrying a platter, because I was a waiter.

NELL: Rrrrrip!

LARRY: Stop that!

NELL: See? In the undergraduate world, standing in a line wearing tuxes and singing means you’re a superstar. In the real world, standing in a line wearing tuxes and singing means you’re in Hello Dolly.

LARRY: You didn’t have to bring that up.

NELL: At the Burt Reynolds Dinner Theatre in Jupiter, Florida.

LARRY: Yes. Thank you.

NELL: You were good! (sings helpfully) “Hellooooo, Larry….”

LARRY: Anyway…

NELL: With your little tray. “Helloooo, Larry…”

LARRY: Stop that.

NELL: And at intermission they served this great coffee – well, he (pointing to Larry) served this great coffee…

LARRY: Dammit!

NELL: (smiles serenely)

LARRY: Okay, fine. I was insufferable. I got free trips to Bermuda and around the world. Nice people lent me their guest rooms and threw parties for me. I got to run around like a rock star. A clean-cut, slightly fey rock star. But it didn’t take me long to figure out no one’s going to put up a 30-year-old man in a hotel in Monte Carlo just because he can imitate a double bass.

NELL: Rrrrrrip!

LARRY: Hey! Come on! This isn’t fair! Why must my dreams die so soon? (to Nell) Can’t we test this?

NELL: Oookay. (to audience member, who turns out to be Fred Carret ’91) You sir! You look wealthy. Do you have a summer house?

FRED CARRET: (from audience) I wouldn’t call it a “summer” house.

NELL: Okay, do you have a house?


NELL: Is it nice?


NELL: Where is it?


NELL AND LARRY: (impressed) Oooh, Spain.

LARRY: Okay, sir, so let me ask, but don’t answer right away, take a breath and think about it:


…May I stay there? Before you answer, listen to this!:

(singing the bass intro to “House Of Blue Lights”) “Doot’n-dooba-doot’n-dooba…”

NELL: (helpfully) Faster! Louder!

LARRY: “doot’n-dooba-doot’n-dooba”…

NELL: It’s not working!

LARRY: “Doot’n-doo…”
(has coughing fit). Dammit woman! I almost had ‘em.
(coughs more). Probably shouldn’t have had those twenty years of cigarettes.

NELL: Q.E.D. So as I was saying, the Ivy League a cappella group is the perfect environment in which to succeed, become insufferable, then get over yourself.

LARRY: So if you’re sitting here thinking “oh, these a cappella kids are so talented, I frickin’ hate them…” Please don’t go hatin’.

NELL: That’s the wrong attitude, mister.

LARRY: Right. Instead just sit back, enjoy as these fine young men, whether they be your classmates, your peers, your children, your exes, your future exes, or all of the above – as these fine young men sing their hearts out for you. Because each of these fine young men represents one astonishing thing:

NELL AND LARRY: Two hundred thousand dollars tuition. …Ladies and gentlemen: The Yale Whiffenpoofs!

1 comment:

T.H. Culhane said...

Absolutely brilliant, hilarious, and endearingly understated and self-effacing, with that certain "je ne sais quois" and the inimitable "donde esta el bano" we've come to expect from the Kroks!
Bravo, Larry and Nell, for so perfectly putting our collective experience. While many of us acapellicans couldn't make it to the show at Carnegie Hall, it is gratifying to be able to read this great intro from this computer in the garbage collecting community of the Zabaleen in the ghettoes of Cairo. The Zabaleen have enjoyed hearing Krok music I have played them and hope they will get to hear the Kroks live on one of the summer tours if we can get them to come to share their music here in the slums of Egypt. Er... 'tail' negotiable through the father with the shotgun (have those wedding rings ready!), tuxedos optional...

Love you guys, and thanks Mickey for posting this!


T.H. Culhane
Krok alum, 1985
Solar Cities, Cairo Egypt