I don't understand what text we should enter in the "entry" field, because the 'contest' seems to select people (the person*, rather) randomly..what did you guys enter?
"You can't overrate Bernadette Peters. She is such a genius. There's a moment in "Too Many Mornings" and Bernadette doing 'I wore green the last time' - It's a voice that is just already given up - it is so sorrowful. Tragic. You can see from that moment the show is going to be headed into such dark territory and it hinges on this tiny throwaway moment of the voice." - Ben Brantley (2022)
"Bernadette's whole, stunning performance [as Rose in Gypsy] galvanized the actors capable of letting loose with her. Bernadette's Rose did take its rightful place, but too late, and unseen by too many who should have seen it" Arthur Laurents (2009)
"Sondheim's own favorite star performances? [Bernadette] Peters in ''Sunday in the Park,'' Lansbury in ''Sweeney Todd'' and ''obviously, Ethel was thrilling in 'Gypsy.'' Nytimes, 2000
I think its the 10th they will notify. and pick the winners
Herbie: "Honey, Don't you know there's a depression?"
Rose: "Of Course I know, I Watch Fox News"
-(modified)Gypsy
Broadway Schedule
December 5th- Hamilton, On Your Feet
December 19th- Noises Off, Edith Piaf Concert at Town Hall
oops, I thought we were talking about the BROADWAYSPACE.com contest, sorry
Herbie: "Honey, Don't you know there's a depression?"
Rose: "Of Course I know, I Watch Fox News"
-(modified)Gypsy
Broadway Schedule
December 5th- Hamilton, On Your Feet
December 19th- Noises Off, Edith Piaf Concert at Town Hall
There's something about sitting here surrounded by 20 tear old boys with high pitched squeals substituting for actual voices who talk about nothing but Rent, Wicked, how they've loved Lansbury all their lives since they saw her in Blithe Spirit and who talk like Little Edie that makes me hate the American Musical Theatre.
Oh and as a side note, when the hell I'd fanny packs come back into fashion?!
I'm on line right now. The line goes into the breezeway of the Crowne Plaza. I'd say there's maybe 50 people on it right now. Still plenty of time to line up if you want to get your CD signed.
There's something about sitting here surrounded by 20 tear old boys with high pitched squeals substituting for actual voices who talk about nothing but Rent, Wicked, how they've loved Lansbury all their lives since they saw her in Blithe Spirit and who talk like Little Edie that makes me hate the American Musical Theatre.
Me too. Is it also bad that they make me ashamed to identify as a homosexual? I want to slap them.