Stephanie Hayes, Kristin Sieh, Erik Lochtefeld, A.J. Shively
Music and lyrics by Gabriel Kahane
So we’ll drive along the wide roads
toward those amber waves of grain,
breathing deep the dusty sideroads,
keeping pace with rusty trains,
and the towns all full of neon signs
will be our fruited plain,
which we’ll look upon with wonder
as the thunder turns to rain.
I basically wept non-stop through this show yesterday at the Public. It only took about 10 seconds of listening to this song for the tears to start again. If you are gay, a writer or ‘intellectual’, or broke in NYC, this musical is highly relevant to your interests. Your mileage may vary, but it’s the best musical I’ve seen in years. If you care about musical theater and bemoan the dumbing down of musicals by Broadway (c.f. Ghost, Leap of Faith, Spider-Man, Newsies, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, et. al.), you owe it to yourself and the theater gods to see this show before its scheduled close June 17. (FYI $20 rush tickets available an hour before the show.) If February House continues to haunt me over the next few days with even a fraction of the way it did over the past 24 hours, you might even see me there. Just look for the young faggot who can’t stop crying.