Mom got tickets on TDF for "Next to Normal", a Broadway musical I knew nothing about going into. Turned out to be about bipolar disorder, a fascinating subject, to me, that was handled with ham-fisted Lifetime-Movie-Network triteness. The music wasn't bad, but the lyrics tended towards teeth-curling cheese, and utter, dismaying lack of subtlety.
Performances were heartbreaking, though, particularly the dude playing the husband.
And, despite myself, this song made me burst into tears. Dammit. I don't think anyone who's been on antidepressants for over a decade could not cry at this song.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 PM | shower me with attention