![]() ![]() Right when the Scarecrow and Dorothy starting trotting down the yellow brick road the lyric “got to keep the loonies on the path” pops in. Whenever the lyrics “the lunatic is on the grass” you’ll see the Scarecrow dancing a bit on a lawn. If it’s not done just right it won’t “work.”Īllow me to clue you in on some of the highlights of what is supposed to synch up. Right when the MGM Lion finishes its THIRD roar you hit play on the album. Right when the MGM logo pops up get that CD ready. Well, here’s the real story behind Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” and its connection to “The Wizard of Oz.”įirst of all, if you’re interested in trying this yourself then here’s what you have to do. One of the questions I’ve been asked over and over again is whether or not we’ll ever play Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” along with the movie “The Wizard of Oz.” This question is almost always followed by, “does it really sync up if you play them together?” Okay, so here’s the real story about Pink Floyd, the Wizard of Oz, and whether or not they are purposefully linked together. We routinely go between “The Wall” and “Dark Side of the Moon.” Those shows are still big hits with our audience. So Frank had to keep forging ahead, with the faith that something wonderful lurked beneath the surface of his failures, that something mystical swirled within the turbulence of his family, and something momentous stirred in America during this time of cyclonic change.For years at the planetarium we’ve been playing Pink Floyd rock shows. ![]() Gage railed against religious leaders and politicians for a living and was so controversial and so scary to some that she was deemed “an infidel,” her activities called “satanic.” She had warned her daughter that she’d be a “damn fool” to give up school to marry this man who showed little promise of holding a steady occupation - and for a long while she was right. Even by the high standards of the world’s most menacing mothers-in-law, she set herself apart. Her name was Matilda Joslyn Gage, and she reigned as the most radical and principled leader of the women’s rights movement in America. Rounding out the household was Maud’s mother, who lived with the Baums for months at a time. Together they raised four active sons, boys who demanded that their father tell them stories every evening, stories that seemed to give their lives a sense of constancy. ![]() Her name was Maud, and as a college co-ed she had dropped out of Cornell to marry Frank, only to face years of struggle, constantly uprooting their home in search of a better situation. Prone to flights of fancy, he was lucky to have a wife who kept him grounded. Yet it wasn’t in Frank Baum’s nature to get down on himself, and he became newly energized by each of his schemes, determined to “somehow manage to provide for those dependent on me.” He was a sunny man, tall and handsome with a graceful gait and a deep, resonant voice. But the truth was, even that effort wasn’t going so well. If he had never experienced that one special moment that one day in 1898, he might even have gone on to succeed in his current full-time job-and gone down in history as the founder of the National Association of Window Trimmers of America. By then he had failed at so many wildly different pursuits-as a breeder of chickens, as an actor in stage plays, as a purveyor of petroleum products, as an owner of a variety store, as a secretary for a baseball team, as a publisher of a newspaper, as a traveling salesman of fine china - that he might have simply given up on doing anything special with his life. The novel’s name would have to be changed, as Baum soon found out.“The publisher believes that books with jewel names in their titles do not sell well,” he lamented.įrank was 44 by the time the book hit stores in the year 1900, and this business of being an author of children’s stories was still new to him. He sealed the frame and hung it on the wall above the desk in the den of his Chicago home. ![]() He fastened it into a frame and surrounded it with a caption: “With this pencil I wrote the ms. By the fall of 1899, the pencil was just a stub. “The story really seemed to write itself,” the author told his publisher.īaum relied on a favorite pencil as he put the tale to paper. A trio of comical characters who join the girl on her quest to a city of emerald controlled by a mysterious wizard. A road of yellow bricks stretching through a dangerous frontier. A mystical land ruled by both good and bad witches. One day in 1898, an unusual sequence of images leaped from one man’s mind: A gray Kansas prairie. ![]()
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