Circadian

Is there a name for people like me, who come to musical theater late in life?

Oh, sure, you can’t get through high school and college without some exposure, but I was never into it. Into It.

Now I find myself giddy while waiting for the opening night of Young Frankenstein when it comes to Denver (part of my birthday present this year), and I’m avoiding the most popular musical event ever – Glee – by watching my DVD of Sweeney Todd.

Todd is almost too easy, though. If you keep at it until you get to Helena Bonham Carter singing “The Worst Pies in London” and don’t get hooked by the dark, twisted, comic lyrics, you’re just not  half trying. Once you get to “Epiphany” you’re hooked for life.

It’s rarely the singing that does it, mind. It’s the wordplay. It’s the intricate puns and layers of meaning that do it for me.

So, is there a word for a man who’s nearly 40 before he starts really caring about musical theater?

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