
Aside from the complete works of the Beatles and the Motown catalog, there is no more iconic pop music from the 1960s than the original Broadway score of Hair , “the American Tribal Love-Rock Musical.” The opening lines of the show, which quickly spread from the Broadway stage throughout the world thanks to the 5th Dimension’s Top 40 radio hit version, entered the culture so quickly it’s as if we were born knowing them:
When the moon is in the seventh house
And
Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will
guide the planets
And love will steer the
stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius!
The music of Hair was phenomenal. It was the first and last time in the rock and roll era that a Broadway score would take over the pop charts, yielding four hit singles and a multimillion-selling original-cast album. As theater, Hair was a different story –- not a structured narrative but a “happening”: a naive, amorphous mess of a show that dazzled its way into the audience’s hearts through the sheer charisma of the performers (including two of the creators, Gerome Ragni and James Rado), the shock of seeing beautiful young multicolored bodies briefly naked onstage, and the novelty of seeing youth culture and sociopolitical engagement reflected back from the conservative bastion of the Broadway stage.
Now Hair has been revived in a free production in Central Park by the Public Theater, the same institution that first staged the musical 41 years ago in its pre-Broadway incarnation. The score is still fantastically tuneful. And the audience has a ball –- what’s not to love about a free show full of songs you probably already know by heart? But the performers are not especially charismatic; in the leading roles, Will Swenson as Berger seems to enjoy himself running around in a leather fringed loincloth flashing his beefy butt, but Jonathan Groff, who was scorching as the male star of Spring Awakening , seems bland and a little embarrassed as his sidekick Claude. The spectacle of naked people onstage has long since lost its novelty, if not its power to titillate. And despite the superficial parallels between one unpopular war and another, the hippie-era ethos of “tune in, turn on, drop out” doesn’t speak to the social issues that face young people in 2008. Which leaves Hair, as a theater piece, just a big amorphous mess.
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