My friend J invited me to the star-studded semi-staged performance of "Company" which is the New York Philharmonic's Spring gala. Her husband doesn't share her appreciation for musicals, especially Sondheim, so I got to go (though also on the fence re: Sondheim). I don't think it was meant as an intervention! But it would make a good one, were one so minded. The final song, a breakthrough of sorts for pathologically single Robert, hits of whole line of nails on the head.Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone,
not alive.
