The first few weeks of school were always surreal, like you landed on an alien planet with strange teachers and unfamiliar classrooms, even though the lockers and cafeteria seemed familiar.

I would love to do a musical!

The music department is going to do a musical next year,” he tells me, rolling his eyes like I would.Justine is running toward me, and I can tell by the look on her face that...

When I was at Stratford, the very first thing that I was commissioned to work on was trying to make a musical out of the documentary material about the General Strike, which was the next...

I play my harmonica when I’m in love, because the harmonica is the instrument of loneliness.

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

I try not to get trapped in any one musical or visual style at all.

Some people should have stopped singing in the 60s, even if they were born in the 80s.

My musical career was an accident.

One of my biggest musical influences is definitely Ella Fitzgerald as a vocalist.

My body, my soul and my mind, simultaneously response to good music.

I’ve never had any feeling of disconnection between the classical theater, or the contemporary theater, or musical theater, or the thing that we call opera.

I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant’s faithful one-hundred percent!

I’m doing a play, a musical. The musical follows the Mamma Mia concept. It’s my first LA theater project.

I have musical ADD, so I like to switch things up.

I think a cool band name would be War Dwarf. Of course, I’m entirely too tall and peaceful to be a member. Not to mention nonmusical.

There is a musical rhythm to great writing, especially if it’s performed correctly.

I play a musical instrument a little, but only for my own amazement.

VIVA LA VIE BOHEME!

Our musical alphabet is poor and illogical.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men

I was the dork in high school who sang musical numbers up and down the hallways.

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

Soul has no musical geographical or racial boundaries.

I think Philadelphia has been underrated over the years as a musical region.

A cascade of thousands of pomegranate pits fructify her from above and female hands maculate the goddess’s body in the musical mists of mind-blowing nightly sex. But they won’t fuck her, they will kill her.