I don’t know what kind of music this is exactly (Hollywood gangsta jazz?), but it is sad and beautiful.
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When selecting the next installment of “Generic Broadway Friday Afternoon Post,” I was listening to “I’m Still Here” from Follies, and the lyric “five Dionne babies,” which I’d always remembered as “five neon babies” for no particular reason, caught my attention.
Because the Quints (as they were immediately branded by the media) are fascinating. If you’re not familiar with the Ur-Gosselins, they were a naturally-occurring set of identical quintuplets, born to an extremely poor farming family in a Francophone region of Northern Ontario in 1934. Medical treatment at the time being for shit, and the babies being two months premature, and the family having no electricity, their survival was completely unexpected. But they soldiered on, and were extremely adorable, and the Canadian government, sensing a welcome distraction from the trials of the Depression, decided to build a theme park around them, so that people could pay to watch them play and eat and grow behind a glass wall. That happened! That was something that happened. They pulled custody away from the parents first, of course, because they were clearly useless hicks who didn’t necessarily grasp the money-making potential of turning their kids into a freak show. The surviving quints (there are two left) eventually clawed some money back from the province of Ontario in the 1990s, since, you know, it seems like it should probably have been in trust for them all along.
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