If you ever find yourself in a Greek tragedy, please, listen to the chorus
They are always right
stephen sondheim: Lawyer's rather nice, if it's for a price, order something else, though, to follow, since no one should swallow it twice!
me: OH MY GOD THAT"S WORDPLAY AND THEY"RE EATING PEOPLE AND LAWYER JOKES
stephen sondheim: then you career from career to career
me: HOW DID HE DO THE THING WITH THE SAME WORD WITH DIFFERENT MEANINGS
stephen sondheim: the woods are just trees, the trees are just wood
me: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT IS SO FUCKING TRUE HOLY SHIT
Now You Know - Jenna Russell, Damian Humbley, Mark Umbers and the Menier Chocolate Factory cast of Merrily We Roll Along.
To celebrate the show’s West End opening tonight, here is a glorious performance of Now You Know led by the incomparable Jenna Russell.
I always loved this song, but I never really ‘got it’, until one day I was just walking down the street listening to this recording and it hit me how devastating it is. This is the turning point where everything goes wrong - and it’s Mary who pushes Frank over the brink. The thing she wants almost more than anything in the world is to be with him. The one thing she wants more than that is for Frank to be happy, so she makes him go off on the yacht, because she thinks that’ll be best for him. He trusts her, and when she tells him to go, he goes. You can even hear on this track how difficult it is for Mary to give him the tough love and to be harsh enough to make him go, while subtextually telling him how horrible it is to be in love with him and not to be noticed (brava, Jenna Russell). And then Gussie joins him, and everything is ruined, and Mary has to live with the fact that she brought them together.
MARY FLYNN MAKES MY HEART HURT.
Leave a list of 3 things in my askbox - 3 props, 3 costume pieces, 3 pieces of the set, or any combo - and I will try to guess the play/musical.
But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.