Posted: 11/27/21 at 12:56pm
Forgive my scramble of a post, it was typed from my phone.
I've considered writing Sondheim many times, but I never felt I had anything worth saying. I didn't want to ask for advice as an aspiring theatre maker because he and others have already provided so much guidance that most of my questions have already been answered at this point in time. I didn't want to write him a praise letter because he'd surely already heard anything and everything I could've said but put better. Finally, I had no interesting questions about his work, so I wouldn't write a letter for that either. I never did send a letter, and I'm so glad to say that I don't regret it. He knows how much he was loved, and that's enough. I may have never met him, but his dedication to new artists provides a connection.
I would like to share how comforted I am by how many people seem to have gone through a similar experience when hearing the news. There's no words to describe what he and his work meant to me, and just like most other people, I don't know what to say. When I heard the news, I felt sick and confused. I wanted the world to stop for a moment so I could process what I had just heard. How is Stephen Sondheim gone? He's always been there. I'm a little better now, but it was too much to process. After almost two years of loss, isolation, and termoile, it was just too much.
With his passing, I hope people will still remember that he always insisted people he'd met or wrote call him Steve; and that even as an old man, saw himself as an 18 year old boy excited to work in the theatre. I hate to think that it might be forgotten what a delightful and wickedly funny man he was. He gave us so much profound and moving work, but he also gave us some of the funniest lyrics ever written. "So please, don't fart/There's very little air and this is art". It will be a sad day when he is known only as Stephen.
Goodbye Mr. Sondheim, thanks for all of it.

