In seventh grade, I became completely obsessed with the 1981 musical "Merrily We Roll Along," by Stephen Sondheim and George Furth. It was my introduction to cynicism, set to a brassy Broadway score. While other, cooler kids picked up lessons in jadedness from "Reality Bites," Nirvana, or "The Catcher in the Rye," I learned everything I needed to know about the phoniness of the adult world from the weathered LP cast …
SOURCE: The New Yorker at 03:20PM on October 14, 2016