We are not here to talk about the Tonys.
We are here to discuss a very important album release.
But… if we were going to talk about the Tonys—just for a second—we’d have to say:
Weren’t they fucking great?!
It was a phenomenal year. And yes, our ballot performed… poorly. But only because there were no fewer than eight shows we would’ve happily seen win on any of their nominations. We didn’t lose—we just begrudgingly chose one winner per slot.
And look, we have to mention: Cynthia Fucking. Killed. It.
Also: GROHN UP Broadway would like to gently remind everyone that we agreed to talk about literally anything but Hamilton—and yet, here we are, watching that clip for the 47th time.
Oh, and the committee’s Tony watch party? Incredible. No time to get into it. Except to say this: Pin the Bratty Tails on Mary was, frankly, a triumph of party design. Everyone won.

BUT WE’RE NOT HERE TO TALK ABOUT THAT.
(We’re here to talk about a surprise dance remix album. Obviously.)
While we were (rightly) distracted by Tony season, that cocky bastard ALW went and dropped a Starlight Express Deluxe album—in the midst of his own campaigning for, and winning, yet another Tony statuette on Sunday for Sunset Blvd.
Why does this matter?
Well, dear: the entire second disc is REMIXES.
Yes, ALW released a DJ SET OF STARLIGHT EXPRESS.
This is incredible news for many reasons, but chiefly because this release speaks directly to one of the GROHNs’ (many) internal dramas.
Without getting too far into the details… let us simply recall the full-page memo—signed by every committee (except the Nomination Committee)—politely requesting:
“The Nomination Committee stop having ‘OTHER’ hobbies that interfere with GROHNs operations.”
Yes, that memo. And wouldn’t you know it—this very concept (dance floor meets musical) was explicitly named in that memo as a potential bridge between the Committee’s theatrical responsibilities and their:
“…deep and mysterious commitment to dance floors that don’t involve showtunes.”
But back to this amazing album. If we have one complaint, it’s that this masterpiece is not in German—which, for those of us who believe Starlight Express should only be experienced in its most chaotic, plot-flaw-drowning, roller-fever glory—the sheer quantity of understandable lyrics is a slight letdown.
Wo ist die dampfbetriebene Ekstase?!
But despite this flaw, this 30-minute dance set is way more important than whatever you were doing.
So lace up those skates and we’ll see you on the dancefloor.
[Said in a sponsor-y tone]: Available wherever you pretend to work while listening to showtunes.