Another Sondheim celebration

Last night at City Center Mia Farrow told a story:

Stephen Sondheim is her daughter Quincy's godfather. The year Quincy was four, Stephen Sondheim gave her a thesaurus for Christmas. She gave him a penny wrapped in toilet paper. He sent her a handwritten thank you note that said something like, Dear Quincy, thank you very much for the penny. I'll be sure not to spend it all at once.

Debra Monk sang "Gun Song" from the original production of Assassins. Debra Monk? KILLS.

Indeed, I will absolutely go see Maria Friedman the next time she performs at the Carlyle. Though I am not a fan of that song "Broadway Baby." The Follies coverage was disappointing any way you sliced it. Two songs from Wise Guys/Bounce/Road Show and one from Follies? What do you see that I'm not seeing, John Doyle? Have you lost your rootin' tootin' mind?

Kim Crosby stepped back into her role of Cinderella for "No One Is Alone" from Into the Woods, along with Chip Zien, Danielle Ferland, and Ben Wright. I would have liked to have seen that reunion backstage. I would have played the Witch, before her glamour transformation. Joanna Gleason was there, too, as the Baker's Wife. Alexander Gemignani carried her onstage, though he's now thin as a pixie stick, so she could sing "Moments in the Woods." I thought perhaps she had injured her ankle but ho no, that was shtick! The song made up for it.

Company debuted on Broadway 40 years ago last night. Raúl Esparza sang "Being Alive" from the revival. I adore Raúl Esparza. I think he's sweet on me, too, I can just tell from the way he stands on the stage and sings everything right to me without even once glancing up in my direction. This is his usual subtle and romantic style, and later, in my imagination, we laugh about it together as he refills my wine glass and dusts behind the TV.

Donna Murphy sang two hits from Passion: Fosca's letter, while perched alone on a stool in the middle of the stage, hair tied back, wrapped in a shawl, and later, "Loving You," where she lost the shawl and the ponytail, added some unFosca-like red lipstick, and sang straight to Stephen Sondheim out in the audience. Donna Murphy can do anything. If she wants to, I'll let her clean out the refrigerator.

Still not liking Catherine Zeta-Jones as Desirée. I got more than eyes, man. She's perfect like an alien but that doesn't make her interesting as a performer. Nice pipes and all, they just don't fit the space.

Len Cariou joined in trios for "Pretty Women" from Sweeney Todd and "You Must Meet My Wife" from A Little Night Music, both roles he originated on Broadway. This was A Very Big Deal for Kari!

They start reconstruction work on City Center today. I suppose there's always a chance they'll make it worse.

(SarahB has a more comprehensive—some might say appropriate—tally.)