Cabaret Sweet Charity Kiss Of The Spider Woman Company Prologue : Into The Woods The Light In The Piazza Anything Goes Urinetown Sunday In The Park With George Avenue Q Theme The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
Sweeney Todd Cabaret Rent Avenue Q Urinetown Into The Woods
I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.
Also, "Hello, Dolly", "Dreamgirls", "Company", "Hair", "La Cage Aux Folles", "Me and My Girl", "No NoNanette", "Purlie", "Prologue: Ragtime", "A Year With Frog and Toad", and :You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" have awesome title songs, along with those mentioned already.
But the best is "Hello, Dolly!". No question. Updated On: 1/21/06 at 12:03 AM
Phantom of the Opera The Sound of Music Mame Camelot Little Shop of Horrors Sunset Boulevard--like, don't love as much as the others
"If there was a Mount Rushmore for Broadway scores, "West Side Story" would be front and center. It snaps, it crackles it pops! It surges with a roar, its energy and sheer life undiminished by the years" - NYPost reviewer Elisabeth Vincentelli
Sunday In The Park With George (my top title song) Prologue: Ragtime Cabaret Kiss of the Spider Woman Company The Light In The Piazza Anything Goes-love it
No clue but I find this post very interesting Now I got to go its 1:38 in the morning and I have comedy sportz practice at 10:00 and I still want to watch the end of Murder she wrote. (got the dvds!!!!!)
"I never had theatre producers run after me. Some people want to make more Broadway shows out of movies. But Elliot and I aren't going to do Batman: The Musical." - Julie Taymor 1999
Company Rags Sunday in the Park with George (The Ballad of) Sweeney Todd The Light in the Piazza (Welcome to) Falsettoland Ragtime A Man of No Importance Dreamgirls Anything Goes Mack and Mabel Little Me Dear World
And the other thing about the Phantom Lady was, Bert, she realized, in the city that never sleeps...
What did she realize, Kitten?
That all the songs she'd listened to, all the love songs, that they were only songs.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing, if you don't believe in them. But she did, you see. She believed in enchanted evenings, and she believed that a small cloud passed overhead and cried down on a flower bed, and she even believed there was breakfast to be had...
Where?
On Pluto. The mysterious, icy wastes of Pluto.