Phone rings, door chimes, in comes COMPANY

Advertisements Or, we loooooooooooooooooooooove… (13 measures later) youuuuuuuu! Folks, you’ll be happy to hear your favorite lopsided Sondheim fan is branching out! Last weekend I got together with a group of strangers to sing through the (still unbelievably) now-late composer’s 1970 breakout hit Company. Let me tell you, spending seven hours tops on a difficultContinue reading “Phone rings, door chimes, in comes COMPANY”

Just saw FUNNY GIRL for the first time…

Advertisements Or, oy! …and it was weird, man. I’m gonna put all my thoughts in a list, because that’s the kind of time and energy I’ve got this week. Reminiscent of other musicals of the era in that the first act contained much more singing, and was much more lighthearted, than the second. But IContinue reading “Just saw FUNNY GIRL for the first time…”

Is INTO THE WOODS the Great American Musical?

Advertisements Or, an unexpected farewell Let the WordPress record show that I had planned this post long, long before the sudden death of Stephen Sondheim a week ago Friday. As I told my family when I called them thirty seconds after reading the news, there are those figures whose deaths you prepare for, and thoseContinue reading “Is INTO THE WOODS the Great American Musical?”

We’re in Urinetown

Advertisements In which I’m filled with symbolism and things like that It’s the oldest story: Masses are oppressed Faces, clothes, and bladders all distressed Rich folks get the good life Poor folks get the woe In the end it’s nothing you don’t know : “Too Much Exposition” For nearly a week now—beginning, with eerie prescience,Continue reading “We’re in Urinetown”

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