If you think of it as the show that switched American musical theatre permanently out of sweet music and Sig Romberg, where it belonged, you're an old foof. If you think of it as a stage dinosaur from when people worried about who sang a song best rather than whose song it was, you're a young squirt.

His journal provides a window into his otherwise obscure life.

Where American Jewish men contend with stereotypes of being oversexed, needy, nebbishy and neurotic (like Woody Allen, boo hiss), Jewish women are cast as withholding, bossy, exotic, and materialistic (like Fran Drescher, which honestly? Goals).

[…] whose voice might be nice enough to make you forgive the rotten songs and the Muzaky backgrounds he covered […]