I was 12. A couple friends from summer camp who were a few years older were always gushing about Sondheim shows. I guess at 12 I didn't really have a good grasp on what makes some shows better than others; the composer didn't really matter so much as the subject matter, I guess. Basically all musical theatre experience would thrill me. When I was younger if I would see a musical on television I would tape it and watch it over and over, learn the dances and songs till I found something new. It was almost like I had to be completely done with one musical before I could move onto the next. By chance I had seen Candide with the NY Phil on PBS (without realizing Sondheim's involvement in the show) and recognized the name Patti LuPone from that "Ladies and Gentlemen- Ms. Patti LuPone" sign (I wasn't really sure if that was the actor's name or the character's...I was totally unaware of her work outside of Candide) when I went to library to finally get my hands on Sweeney Todd. So I ended up with the NY Phil Concert performance on CD. I remember the night I listened to it, actually, very vividly. I was trying to do homework while listening to it but just couldn't becuase it was so engrossing. Hearing the musical clues to the beggar woman's identity and understanding some of the subtler humor, being scared out of my mind, plus experiencing the entire show with nothing but my imagination to picture the way the characters and setting looked was just thrilling. My experience of that show wasn't altered by anyone else's designs or appearance- it was just me and the score. Oh, it was just magic. It's still my favorite show (favorite recording too), and my first conscious experience with Stephen Sondheim. After that, I still didn't look at who wrote a show before listening to it, so I must've listened to Sondheim shows not realizing they were his. I don't think I felt strongly compelled to go out and listen to more of HIS shows right away, but that experience really opened my eyes to how much more there was out there in the musical world. So much that was better than what I was used to.
-Was that a fart?
-My fault, I fear.