The cast albums that turn up in my rotation most lately:
NATASHA, PIERRE AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812
ONCE
and the two songs I bought from HANDS ON A HARDBODY
seems I've been in a folksier, alternative mood. Ask me again in a week and it could be all Sondheim, or all Golden Age standards.
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.
Updated On: 11/20/13 at 10:44 PM