"The sexual energy between the mother and son really concerns me!"-random woman behind me at Next to Normal
"I want to meet him after and bang him!"-random woman who exposed her breasts at Rock of Ages, referring to James Carpinello
I don't know which would be more depressing: hearing Karen Carpenter's songs without Karen Carpenter's voice (though I love Bette Midler's "Superstar") or having to sit through a bio of Karen Carpenter's sad life.
Jeeze, Louise, is this what American musical theater has come to?