“Memory” is a beautiful song. T.S. Eliot was a fine poet. Cats are cute. But people running around in cat-shaped underwear and shag-rug wigs mangling T.S. Eliot poetry to music that is not “Memory,” but just Andrew Lloyd Webber noodling around? That’s not beautiful, or fine, or cute. It’s excruciating. It’s The Musical That Will […]