I saw a very good production of "Songs for a New World" at the Spotlighter's Theatre in Baltimore last night. They set the show in a subway station--the stories came from various people passing through. The "King of the World" was a homeless guy ranting in people's faces. Santa was a Salvation Army bell-ringer. And the Flagmaker was apparently a poor flag-stitcher whose son was away in Iraq--during her song, the rest of the cast ominously folded a flag upstage, which was handed to her at the end, signifying that her son had died. Then he entered (as a ghost) to sing "Flying Home". Not seamless, certainly, but it was an enormous pleasure to see a real attempt to tackle this conceptually difficult show, with a passionate and well-sung cast.
I ask in all honesty/What would life be?/Without a song and a dance, what are we?/So I say "Thank you for the music/For giving it to me."