Can't get you out of my head

Growing up, we didn't have regular TV in my house; we lived in a rural area where it just wasn't available, so to make up for the deplorable lack of brain rot on tap, we watched movies. My mother was (and still is) a huge fan of the old school Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals, which we watched over and over. And over. Oklahoma, The King and I, South Pacific, The Sound of Music - I can do them all. I can also do My Fair Lady, Singin' In The Rain (don't you just love Gene Kelly?), West Side Story and, of course, The Wizard of Oz.

But my personal favorite was the Meredith Willson classic, The Music Man.

I soooo wanted that dress as a kid. Actually, I still want it.

Robert Preston hamming it up as a sleazy traveling salesman, and Shirley Jones doing the sexy librarian thing - just fabulous. And funny. And sweet. And full of the best one-liners ("You watch your phraseology!") and songs - especially this gorgeous little number, which probably contributed in no small part to my childhood attraction to libraries, and which I've been humming for the last three days:

Can't. Stop. Singing. This. Song. Send help. Tell them to bring a brass band, a staircase I can swoop down and fourteen pairs of stunt glasses to be dramatically tossed aside in the heat of the moment. Oh, and marshmallows. We'll definitely need marshmallows.