Got a hobonichi for Christmas here are the first five days of the year! Featuring gouache and marker and misremembered lyrics from Sunday in the Park with George 🌀😵‍💫💗🍒

The plays Aziraphale loved :)❤

music and lyrics by stephen sondheim

every stephen sondheim musical ranked by number of ao3 hits it has

musical theatre challenge: 1/1 seasons | 2016-2017 (insp)

Bernadette Peters during the Broadway run of Sunday in the Park with George. (May 1984)

Photos by Howard Kissel

Facts about musicals? Specifically the longer ones

The longest musical ever written was Stephen Sondheim's "Sunday on the Beach With Einstein" which he wrote with Philip Glass. The two did not get along on the production, with Sondheim wanting lyrics that made sense and stories about the nature of art and entertainment, and Glass wanting random screams and a man walking across the stage pushing a ball made of snot for seven hours.

In the end, they compromised and the play ended up at 23 hours and no intermissions, with several almost-comprehensible scenes and well over three musical notes. Theater critic Jen Grimley called it "The most insufferable tripe ever performed, full of aggravating idiocy, misery, self indulgent filth and pain. A true 10/10 masterpiece."

Do you pronounce it "my favorite musical" or "the musical that made me cry the most"

1984: Mandy Patinkin, Sondheim, Bernadette Peters (and Georges Seurat).

Jeanna de Waal as Mrs Lovett in Sweeney Todd on Broadway

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Collage, Sunday in the park with George lyrics, bunny, fish 🌀

i sincerely apologise if your personal favorite is passion, saturday night, anyone can whistle, the frogs, bounce/road show. i was going for broader appeal... it was sophie's choice.

i’m gonna be so normal about this for just a second, okay? bear with me—it's a long post but i promise it's worth it

first of all aziraphale and sondheim kills me a little (or a lot)… because like, aziraphale and dissonance? right? yes?

aziraphale is all about dissonance. the dissonance between what he's supposed to be / expected to be and what he really is; between how he would like others to perceive him and who he truly is on the inside. the dissonance between being being a warrior and a hedonist. between being an angel and wanting to indulge, wanting to experience earthly pleasure. the dissonance between being good and being a little bit of a bastard. the dissonance between heaven being the side of truth and aziraphale's being very earnestly dishonest quite a lot of the time. the dissonance between being both soft and rigid in how he creates dichotomies between good and evil/heaven and hell/himself and crowley (when in the end, crowley's the soft one, and aziraphale's the ruthless one)

so there's that. [insert john mulaney "we don't have time to unpack all of that" gif] and then there's also the songs themselves in this specific musical, augh

i mean... aziraphale loves the musical where an artist gets so engrossed in his own purpose and vision that his lover who keeps trying to get him to Live Life gets fed up and asks for declarations? okay, michael sheen. once again... drop your location... i just wanna talk

"Sunday"? “Move On”... and then “We Do Not Belong Together”???

y'all. i'm so normal. so very normal because fucking Sunday in the Park With Crowley

Sunday By the blue Purple yellow red water On the green Purple yellow red grass Let us pass Through our perfect park Pausing on a Sunday By the cool Blue triangular water On the soft Green elliptical grass As we pass Through arrangements of shadows Towards the verticals of trees Forever...

[GEORGE] I've nothing to say [DOT, spoken] You have many things [GEORGE] Well, nothing that's not been said [DOT] Said by you, though, George [GEORGE] I do not know where to go [DOT] And nor did I [GEORGE] I want to make things that count Things that will be new [DOT] I did what I had to do [GEORGE] What am I to do? [DOT] Move on Stop worrying where you're going Move on If you can know where you're going You've gone Just keep moving on I chose and my world was shaken So what? The choice may have been mistaken The choosing was not

[GEORGE] And the color of your hair And the way you catch the light And the care And the feeling And the life Moving on [DOT] We've always belonged Together [GEORGE & DOT] We will always belong Together

[DOT] What you care for is yourself [GEORGE, spoken] I care for this painting. You will be in this painting.  [DOT] I am something you can use [GEORGE] I had thought you understood [DOT] It's because I understand that I left That I am leaving [GEORGE] Then there's nothing I can say Is there? [DOT] Yes. George, there is: You could tell me not to go Say it to me Tell me not to go Tell me that you're hurt Tell me you're relieved Tell me that you're bored— Anything, but don't assume I know Tell me what you feel! [GEORGE] What I feel? You know exactly how I feel Why do you insist You must hear the words When you know I cannot give you words? Not the ones you need [DOT] What do you want, George? [GEORGE] I needed you and you left [DOT] There was no room for me— [GEORGE] You will not accept who I am I am what I do— Which you knew Which you always knew Which I thought you were a part of! [DOT] No You are complete, George You all alone I am unfinished I am diminished With or without you ... We do not belong together And we should have belonged together What made it so right together Is what made it all wrong

THIS IS SO FINE. I'M FINE.