The best album from a great and often overlooked group. This album was certainly overlooked when it was released in 1968. It's an affectionate look backward at a vanishing culture, and it came out at the worst possible time, when psychedelic rock was in the Seventh House. Great songs, no filler.
I'm only a middling fan of musical theater, but I loved this book and its sequel. Sondheim's sharp and honest and taught me a lot. Favorite bits: his short essays on other songwriters. He only writes about them if they're dead, but if they are, look out.