I never knew this before:
Andrew Lloyd Webber, devourer of all things beauteous and subtle in musical theater and
Stephen Sondheim, god's gift to the same struggling but invaluable artform share a birthday. God has a weird sense of humor, don'cha think?
Beezelbub Andrew is 58 today and Stephen turns 76. For Webber's birthday I would like to give him the gift of silence. It truly is golden. This gift is large enough to allow for the immediate closing of
Phantom of the Opera. Let the curtain fall instead of that damn chandelier! May Sondheim receive immortality as a genius musician --oh, wait he already has that. OK, may he live to be 100 and write one or two more musicals as great as
Sunday in the Park with George,
Into the Woods, and
Sweeney Todd (currently revived, deliciously, on Broadway.
GO SEE IT).
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Sweeney Todd
