Why I'm mad at Andrew Lloyd Webber.
The truth is . . . I love me some Lloyd Webber. Whether we’re talking old school JCS or Joseph, the classic Phantom (the first Broadway show I ever saw), the uber-romantic Aspects of Love (scaled down revival, John Doyle?), or even The Beautiful Game, it doesn’t matter.  I just am such a sucker for those sweeping scores and ear-worm melodies (in 1995 my “alert” sound on my…