The End of "Rent"

Nearly 12 Years Old, ‘Rent’ Is to Close

Rent is coming to an end on Broadway. This makes me sad for some reason, as if the end of Rent is also the end of some personal chapter in my life. I've seen Rent 3 times on Broadway, 3 times on the screen and pretty much memorized the entire soundtrack. I'm not a squatter, drug addict, HIV infected person or drag queen, but there's something about Rent that just hits me in the soul. Maybe the wannabe bohemian in me that keeps being repressed by my yuppiness.

"Seasons of Love"

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.

525,600 minutes, 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.