When I was a little girl and not the kind Miss Hannigan sings about, I spent my afternoons dancing around the living room to my mothers tape as intape of Hard Knock Life while developing the poor singing habits that plagued a generation of belters raised on a particularly resonant recording of Maybe. This was a very different time. Far away from the hard knocks of the 1930s and much sunnier than the recession of to…
SOURCE: BroadwayWorld at 10:04AM on November 9, 2012