As I listened to the recording a few days ago, I again found myself with deep sobs and uncontrollable tears at the first few notes to Sunday. It always happens, but I noted at the time that it happens so automatically at just a few notes. Even when somewhat divorced from the show itself. (I was thinking of the Billy Porter gospel-influenced recording of the song).
I also was struck with the old, misguided belief that Sondheim is primarily a lyricist and a lesser composer. The beauty of the song itself and the way it pulls the themes together is genius. While the lyrics, aside from Georges' principles at the start, is mostly a geometric description of the picture's composition. Yet, by the time the heraldic horns join in, I'm a mess - and it's the music that does it. (And yes, undoubtably, he uses the tricks in the book to build the emotions to the climax.)
I've also gotta' add in the nodding tribute to the artist in the staging (and the birthday concert) that also stirs me to my own internal thank you to the composer when I hear the song.
Updated On: 3/2/17 at 03:35 AM