I had seen the original 6 times and every revival and concert version I could get to since then. But he hadn't seen it at all, since that one time in September 1971.
He had, of course listened to recordings, and he said before it started that he no longer knew what he remembered from the original production and what he had made up in his head since then. I said that was what the show was about.
I think the moments that rang truest for both of us were "Waiting Around for the Girls Upstairs," Jane Houdyshell's "Broadway Baby," Elaine Paige's "I'm Still Here," Jan Maxwell's "Could I leave You" and Danny Burstein's "Buddy's Blues."
In those moments, all comparison and judgment disappeared. But our youths were shaped by what we felt was the perfection of the original, and everything else about this (or any) production can never erase those memories.
He had never been a Bernadette fan, and her Sally left him cold last night. He felt she wasn't trusting the material, that she was laying too much on top of the music and the lines. He compared it to an opera singer who is trying too hard to act. Her opening moment is gorgeous, but once she starts speaking and singing, the glacierly slow pace of her songs and the Pinter-like pauses she luxuriates in did nothing to overcome his feelings or his rosy memory of Dorothy Collins.
I didn't realize how out-of-control she had become. Seriously, someone needs to speak to her about it. She's becoming as self-indulgent as Mandy Patinkin.
All in all, we were thrilled to see it and hear it--and hear it with the big orchestra.
We had drinks, dinner, saw the show, went for dessert after, hung out for about 8 hours, reminiscing, remembering what kids we were, laughing, flirting a little, crying over dead friends, regretting that we were out of touch for so long, grateful that we shared it then, astonished that we're both still here, 40 years later.
One of my friends called the reunion a "Super-Meta Follies Event."
Updated On: 3/6/15 at 01:09 PM