Elaine Smith Writes

Anything She Wants

Not a day goes by

When I am not thankful I found my way into the theatre.

In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I love theatre. I especially love musical theatre (maybe because it’s the one form I am really, really, really no good at).

That’s why I was so happy the other night to stumble upon a re-run of a PBS Great Performances presentation of Sondheim! The Birthday Concert.

Sondheim is a genius.

I’m fairly sure that’s an undisputed fact.

He has a birthday every year, of course, just like us non-geniuses.  His birthdays, periodically, are punctuated by tribute concerts that get televised—thus providing those far from Broadway with the opportunity to have a little taste.

This last one may be the best one yet.  (Maybe not.  They’re all good.)

There are lots of good numbers by lots of Broadway stars.  It’s great fun to see Chip Zien and Joanna Gleason, the original Baker and his Wife, from Into the Woods, and Mandy Patinkin and Bernadette Peters, from Sunday in the Park with George, and two Sweeney Todds—George Hearn and Michael Cerveris—along with Patti LuPone, reprising numbers from those fabulous shows.

The pièce de résistance, however, is found near the end of the concert.  As described on PBS’s website, it’s a “parade of legendary leading ladies who cap the evening with a non-stop succession of showstoppers guaranteed to quicken the pulse of all bona fide show fans.”

I’m not sure what’s more wonderful, the totally terrific numbers or the amazing ladies who sing them.  First we get Patti Lupone and The Ladies Who Lunch, Marin Mazzie singing Losing My Mind, Audra McDonald and The Glamorous Life, Donna Murphy’s rendition of Could I Leave You, and Bernadette Peters’ beautiful Not a Day Goes By with Elaine Stritch capping it all off with I’m Still Here.

Big-voice belting and lyric sopranos.  Gorgeous voices, gorgeous music., the pre-eminent performers of our time.  It was kind of like dueling divas—but in a good way.  And it was clear that—had anything happened in that theatre that night—Broadway was gone for a generation.  (Fortunately, it’s all pre-taped, so any breathlessness at the end isn’t over fearing disaster but in tribute to the breathtaking qualities of the performances.)

I wish I could show you video clips of all of them, but we probably have to buy the DVD for that.  I think it will be well worth the $25 bucks.

For a little preview, though, here’s part of Patti LuPone’s finale.

And the link below (it won’t embed) is the official PBS preview.  Thirty minutes of selected numbers, including Elaine Stritch’s final number there at the end.

(And some of my readers, I know, will be interested to see John McMartin at time stamp 10:42.)

http://video.pbs.org/video/1661902012/

Enjoy!  I sure did.

The rules don’t apply to me

Except they do.

I was wondering yesterday, for the umpteenth time, why it is I think I can go without eating?

I get all involved in something, and I don’t want to stop.  Just let me mow this one more patch of grass, pull this one more weed.  Let me check Facebook and then answer this email.  Let me figure out why this WordPress plugin isn’t working the way it should.

Just one more minute.

And then it’s two o’clock, and I haven’t had breakfast or lunch.

My head hurts, I’m tired, I’m making mistakes, and I am grouchier than a grizzly bear.

Everybody has had that happen, right?

Only, I am way old enough to know better—so why?

There are laws of physics, biology, gravity.  Nobody is immune.

The truth is I—and every other human being on the planet—function better with a blood sugar level that hasn’t dropped below 70 and some reasonable amount of sleep.

It’s a fact.  We know this. Why do so many of us ignore it?

It’s like we’re walking around thinking, Okay, I know if I drop this anvil on my foot, it’s going to crash down and break my toes, but today, I’d rather throw it up in the air and watch it float away, and it’s going to do that because that’s what I want it to do.

Yeah.  Right.

One of the things they say in AA—I’ve heard—is you should never let yourself get too hungry or too tired.  It undermines your sobriety.

Here’s another thing.

It undermines your creativity.

Art takes energy.  Your brain needs to be sharp and alert when those brilliant ideas come along.  At the very least, you can’t afford to make the dumb mistakes like not saving your novel before the computer crashes or having your hand tremble as your paintbrush is just about to finish the hat.*

So, why is it that I think I can go without eating?  I really do wonder.


* Stephen Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George

It’s only slightly related to this post, but I wanted you to understand the reference. Enjoy!