Today in 1959, when this city was still something to be extraordinarily proud of. When the Theater District was not owned by Disney and fucking wheelies, The Sound of Music staring Mary Martin opened up on Broadway.
Nine months after the opening, Oscar Hammerstein II passed away. And I feel like the happiness that came from his musicals, even when dealing with the darkest situations, was not picked up quite as well by anyone who came after him.
Rogers and Hammerstein musicals found the art in focusing on a character and the way they find happiness, while keeping the story line interesting, as well.