I don't think my shortlist has been threatened ("Quiet" and "Work the Wound" topped my initial response) but "Sonya Alone" from THE GREAT COMET OF 1812 has definitely joined their ranks. What a gorgeous, breathtaking emotion.
I also can't get "One Second and a Million Miles" out of my head, so that counts for something. And I still have to listen to FUN HOME (missed the chance to see it) more to wrap my mind around it fully, but "Ring of Keys", "Raincoat of Love", "Come to the Fun Home" and "Changing My Major" all leapt out at me as some of the most fully-realized musical ideas I've heard in a while and likely candidates to join my shortlist.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.