I'm not surprised it's closing, but I really grew to enjoy it and am glad it's getting a cast album. (Also, not surprised it is, as it should do well in quirky regional theatres and Trey's phans will probably buy enough copies to turn a profit, or at least could make it close.)
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.