Well I didn't want to get into it, but he's a Satanist.
Every full moon he sacrifices 4 puppies to the Dark Lord and smears their blood on his paino.
This should help you understand the score for Wicked a little bit more.
Tazber's: Reply to
Is Stephen Schwartz a Practicing Christian
Well I didn't want to get into it, but he's a Satanist.
Every full moon he sacrifices 4 puppies to the Dark Lord and smears their blood on his paino.
This should help you understand the score for Wicked a little bit more.
Tazber's: Reply to
Is Stephen Schwartz a Practicing Christian
(i actually saw PATTI LUPONE in EVITA...first week EVER in San Francisco try-outs in 1979, before they went to Los Angeles, and then on to NYC and Broadway...trust me you would not have wanted to see the show that very first week...it was a mess...)
if I had to pick one performers performance to go way-back to see it would be Barbra Streisand, in FUNNY GIRL, opening night!... Updated On: 5/29/11 at 09:45 AM
The night Ethel Merman dragged a heckler out on the street mid song. THAT'S theatre.
"If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn't help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we've got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don't want to do it." -Stephen Colbert
Harvey Fierstein's Torch Song Trilogy, The OBC of La Cage (George Hearn's "I Am What I Am" is amazing), and finally the OBC's of Sweeney Todd, Hairspray, and RENT.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body