I know, I know. You all want more Bertrand Russell quotes. Well, Daddy needs a little break from his intense, encyclopedic study of the entirety of western philosophy. Bertie'll be back shortly.
I'd like to include some more observations here about interesting things that have happened to me lately.
I'd like to.
Still, great title, eh?
Oh, thought of something. So Sweeney Todd, we all agree, is the greatest musical of all time, after WSS. And like all honest right-thinking people, I'm practically drooling at the chance to see its cinematic premiere. So interest in the music is bound to increase. Be forewarned, all of those new fans who pop up in the coming month--do not buy the original 1979 cast recording. I listened to it last night, and Angela Lansbury's accent is so over the top screechy you'll spend the entire album just praying for Sweeney to turn on her. No, go with the 2004 production with the much more talented Patti LuPone who, besides having an athletic and able voice, gives Mrs. Lovett's character a subtext of Gothic sexuality that's disturbing in all the right ways. The 2004 production is also rather peculiar in that the actors are also the sole musicians, and since there aren't many of them, the whole score has a decidedly minimalist feel. Michael Cerveris is suitably grotesque.