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The Sprinter
May 17, Howard’s birthday, is always a special one for me and Bill and all of us who loved Howard. I wrote this post a few weeks ago, but I’ve been waiting for today – it’s a toast ...
Interviews
Interviews are tough to do – for both the interviewer and the interviewee. And it’s a fact of life that sometimes the facts get a little bashed in the process. You hope, though, that when you’re being interviewed ...
Auntie Ursula
The oddest things occur to a person when driving. For instance, I was just minding my own business, picking up some groceries, when it hit me like a flash. Howard’s and my great aunt, Ann, was an Ursula doppelganger. Coincidence? ...
Adolescent Magic
As we both moved into adolescence and Howard found his place at Children’s Theater Association and at other local theaters, I lost my brother’s attention. He made new friends and began to feel his way out of the house and ...
When Daddy Got Sick
Our family life was divided into two parts – before and after Daddy got sick. That was the phrase we all used, Mom included. Daddy got sick in 1958 or ’59, I’m not sure which. I know it was in ...
The Ultimate Insider
Howard was special. He read early, wrote early, he sang and danced and seemed to have a supernatural ability to charm adults. He was also a little effeminate. I have some family film of him at maybe four or five ...
Interview with Alan Menken, part two
For the second part of my interview with Alan Menken, I wanted to explore his thoughts on some of the less well-known Ashman/Menken projects and to get his thoughts on what might have been.
Here goes:
As you know, I am a ...
Interview with Alan Menken, part one
I don’t remember the first time I met Alan Menken. No doubt it was at a rehearsal or early performance of God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, but I’m sure I was much more excited about the possibility of being in ...
Romantics
I am a romantic. A trait I learned from my brother but also from my father. It’s not necessarily a good thing and the irony is that Dad and I were textbook depressives. Neither one of us ever found those ...
The Present of the Past
A rehearsal room in Greenwich Village in Manhattan, 1976 – I am beside myself with the glamour of this dirty little space whose windows look out over a street grimy with trash that the underfunded city can’t afford to clean.
A ...