I knew there was a reason I always used to mix up Madeline Kahn and Bernadette Peters; the reason was that the universe was going to give me a porcelain-throated duet between the two of them. I still don’t like Sondheim (SORRY NICOLE AND ALSO EVERYONE), but at least I have this, and now so do you.
(The quality is so bad to remind us that all things this side of Eternity are imperfect. Now we see through a glass but darkly.)
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.