There are few things that remain constant in life, but for me one of them is this: Stephen Sondheim’s work has touched me for more than half a century. It did so when I was first listening to records as a child, when I didn’t know his name or much else, and it does so right this minute, as songs of middle-aged regret like “Too Many Mornings” and “You Must Meet My Wife” are randomly shuffled into my headphones by iTunes. It’s unusual to remain so loyal to a single artist. We tend to outgrow our early tastes and heroes. It’s even more unlikely to have that artist materialize in person and play a crucial role in one’s life—as Sondheim first did when I was 21 and he was 40. Since then, with some lengthy intermissions along the way, he’s been a mentor, an occasional antagonist, a friend, and even an unwitting surrogate parent.
I can’t recommend this piece enough. Definitely go read.
This concert has to be one of my favourite things to ever happen.
Make it stop. Please.
I love all of you
this makes me so happy
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Wilson Chin.
Stephen Sondheim is my hero.
In five minutes it will be the third anniversary of Fuck Yeah Stephen Sondheim, so my birthday gift to you is this, the centerpiece medley from the wonderful A Bed and A Chair, now playing at New York City Center. The arrangement is by Richard DeRosa, and the performers are Bernadette Peters, Norm Lewis, Jeremy Jordan, Cyrille Aimée, and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra.
If you’re going to see the show, wait to listen to this until afterwards. Don’t spoil the fun. And if you are within reasonable distance from New York, you will want to see this show.
Donna Murphy and Jere Shea in the original Broadway production of Passion
I Remember (from Evening Primrose) | Leslie Kritzer
Sondheim On Sondheim [Demo]
Jesse L. Martin, Anthony Rapp and Taye Diggs in the original production of RENT.
Our Children | Rachel York & David Hess
Ragtime [Paper Mill Playhouse, 10.07.2005]
Bernadette Peters in Sunday in the Park with George, 1984.
little miss sunshine at second stage
Everybody loves a winner, so nobody loved me… ♫
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