It's the Intermission
A Creative Coffee Break

Sondheim lyrics cover the complexity of human emotion, saying all that needs to be said on any given subject. After listening to a Sondheim & Lapine/Wheeler/Wiedman/Goldman/orotherguywhowrotethebook musical, I often feel, “Why does anyone else write anything?”

And then,

Time Passes.

(and I pick my pen back up, see another play, enjoy another piece of music.)

Of course, you’ll guess I found the current revival of Sunday in the Park with George an extremely satisfying theatrical experience. This was the only version I’ve ever seen that showed the love between George and Dot, which made Dot’s choosing Louis ever more sad, George ever more the brilliant, tragic artist, and the “Act 2″ George’s journey, uh, ever more relevant and poignant. When contemporary George reads from his great grandmother’s book, Seurat comes alive again.

Many tears joyfully shed.