It's only vestigially the project Jim wanted, at this point. (Shades of his other big show about youthful immortals going the same way in its move from Vienna to the Minskoff.) He was dead set against it being a jukebox musical (his recycling habits inevitably making it one anyway notwithstanding), and even named We Will Rock You as an example of what he didn't want.
This time, he couldn't blame a star, though. It was his health that did him in -- 9 strokes, 3 of which impacted his ability to speak (forcing him to re-learn each time), all of which impaired his motor function to an extent that he could no longer compose at the piano. This led to a power vacuum where the producers, one of whom was/is his manager, made many decisions behind his back that he was far from thrilled with. (The constant battle was over the balance of book and songs; they wanted -- and eventually got -- "less words, more tunes," because more tunes equaled more ass in seats and thus more dollars and cents.) What's left of the plot is skeletal at best, existing purely as a loose framework to slot songs into.
(Not that the fuller-fledged plot made any more sense, but that's grist for another post entirely.)
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Broadway Legend
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