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Even if you don’t get music humor, you’ll definitely get goosebumps at the Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus concert this Friday and Saturday. We’re singing an all-Sondheim program packed with some of my favorite music of all time:
Not a Day Goes By, a declaration of love tempered by the resignation of fate that is so poignant and beautiful and achingly earnest that it’s easily my favorite song Sondheim’s ever written.
Losing My Mind, a heartbreaking torch song of lost love and melting composure. Packed with beautiful imagery and well-timed money notes. Easily my favorite song Sondheim’s ever written.
Our Time, a song of hope and friendship and love that can fill me with euphoria as it reduces me to tears. Easily my favorite song Sondheim’s ever written.
You’re Gonna Love Tomorrow / Love Will See Us Through, an intricate four-part tapestry of defeat and dissatisfaction in the name of love, woven in wonderfully discordant counterpoint. Easily my favorite song Sondheim’s ever written.
Sunday, a musical painting that translates George Seurat’s pointillist visual techniques into an aural canvas of transcendent color and light. Easily my favorite song Sondheim’s ever written.
You will kick yourself if you miss this concert. Mostly because you’ll miss out on my Tony-worthy choreography involving hand gestures, head tilts and facial expressions. (When you pack 80+ guys on risers there’s not a lot of room for battements and intricate port de bras.)
You’ll find all the details here, but I recommend buying your tickets at the door so you don’t get spanked by Ticketmaster.
Miss this concert? Everybody says don’t.
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