So, In “The Ladies Who Lunch,” Joanne sings her final song about how upper class women sit around all day, try to seem perfect, and swallow their troubles, letting them build up inside of them. Towards the end of the song, Joanne comes to the startling realization that she is one of these obnoxious women who just drinks to hide herself from her troubles. The song starts with Joanne saying, “I’d like to propose a toast.” Following this are a series of lush chords called and responded in 2 different octaves; these lush chords (a C 6/9 and an F with an added fourth) give a sense of “richness” and “classy-ness” to Joanne’s character. This makes sense, considering she is a wealthy woman in a classy nightclub. Not only do these first 2 chords add a sense of richness to Joanne’s character, the F with an added 4th creates color dissonance that mirrors her disillusion with the way she views herself, and society. It also mirrors the bitter sarcasm of Joanne’s words. Once this call and response is over, a smooth bossa nova starts, with the same 6/9 / Fadd4 progression and is followed by the lyrics “I’ll drink to that:” a perfect lyric to be said to a bossa nova. Once the verses start, the accompaniment becomes more and more violent until all stops and there are two held chords that completely shift the harmonic mood of the song, and the mood of Joanne. She has finally realized that she is one of “The Ladies Who Lunch.” The bossa starts back up quietly, as she is clearly upset. As the lyrics indicate, Joanne turns this sadness into anger, and becomes more and more belligerent with each “vodka stinger” which is also rising articulation and octaves of the music. She then screams “everybody rise, rise, rise, rise, rise!” These consistent repetitions of “rise” show that Joanne has clearly lost control. Under her is a percussive, highly dissonant variation of the previous accompaniment (not color dissonance like in the beginning of the song, but a strong, enharmonic dissonance that is written to make the audience uncomfortable, just like Bobby is, listening on stage.)…