Growing up a straight white boy in small-town New Hampshire, I wasn't exactly destined to care about Broadway musicals, much less love them and write essays about how we may be living in a new Golden Age. My parents didn't collect cast albums and we lived 300 miles from New York in a village that didn't even have a bar. We never watched the Tony Awards. We didn't dance. We were Catholic. Sure, now and then I'd see a …
SOURCE: Time Out at 08:01AM on July 16, 2016