Evening, gents. A little impromptu session.
I'd like to express my gratitude for the patience and dedication you've all shown towards all the gimmicks I'm throwing at you. Being sent taylored songs is great, you guys sending me songs representing yourselves is huge. A humbling experience indeed.
The least I can do is kind of returning the favour. I wish to give you some musical theatre tunes whose titles* I can lightheartedly connect with what I know of you. If you happen to like them, they can open a new musical world for you (like you are doing for me), if you think they suck, hey, take them like a little gift from your grateful host.
*Titles, people, only titles. In no way I presume to link the actual lyrics or narratives to anybody.
In alphabetical order:
To ariich: I gather you're a recent father. I guess you can't wait to talk with your child about music and
The Beauty UnderneathTo Chris: At home with two kids? I guess things are definitely
Moving Too FastTo Cyril: I had to learn to address you with a new username, but I love
ChangeTo Elite: A teacher, uh? Well, when you have pupils you better
Let Them Hear YouTo Evermind: I bet you didn't know one of the best showtunes ever is sung by a Russian character as an
AnthemTo jingle: You come from the land of ice and snow, but rest assured that
Winter's On The Wing To Katt: You strike me as a larger than life chap, full of enthusiasm. You are
Big NewsTo king: We both have a queen and two monsters we adore. They could perfectly tell us:
You're Nothing Without MeTo lonestar: You, pal, are an artist, and a dish is like a painting. "Breakfast on the Grass" by Georges Seurat is described ingredient by ingredient in
SundayTo Podaar: Are you ready for sweet retirement? It will be
A New WorldPuppies: Drummers are the best, I'm the son of a drummer. He gave me
The Rythm Of LifeTo romdrums: Always on point, meat and potatoes. Ready for
A Piece Of The ActionTo Sacul: When I say it's time to send, it means
This Is The MomentTo Stadler: You wish for the civil discourse to lose its blind partisanship,
The Impossible DreamTo TAC: Thinking about it, both our favourite guitarists have come of age on
The Streets Of DublinTo Train: You send me devil music, you send me
The Devil You Know