I wonder what will become of Jackson 21? I always thought Mr. Leigh's desire to build a utopia for artists a noble - if not misguided - dream. To dream the impossible dream...
ARTc3 formerly ARTc. Actually been a poster since 2004. My name isn't Art. Drop the "3" and say the signature and you'll understand.
Don't forget HOME SWEET HOMER and AIN'T BROADWAY GRAND, both of which I saw (full disclosure: I saw HSH in San Francisco when it was called THE ODYSSEY). HOME SWEET HOMER was a real dud, opening and closing on the same night, although the stunningly handsome Russ Thacker got things stirring inside me that never stirred before.
I actually kind of enjoyed AIN'T BROADWAY GRAND, even the campy curtain call sing-along (follow the bouncing ball).
'Our whole family shouts. It comes from us livin' so close to the railroad tracks'
Mr. Leigh was partially responsible for my passion and love for musical theater. MAN OF LA MANCHA was the first show I was ever in, and he directed my very first Broadway show, the 1983 revival of MAME. Thank you, and rest in peace, sir.
As a lifelong Jackson resident I will forever regret not getting to meet Mitch Leigh
"Grease," the fourth revival of the season, is the worst show in the history of theater and represents an unparalleled assault on Western civilization and its values. - Michael Reidel
RIP. By all accounts he was an extreme egotist, a terrible collaborator and a blowhard but, really, the overture of La Mancha forgives everything. And that orchestration is soaring (thanks, Neil Warner). Whose idea was it to split the orchestra between both sides of the stage? Maybe something that came from Albert Marre, director and husband of the leading lady? As for Ain't Broadway Grand?, despite the heroic efforts of the terrific choreographer, Randy Skinner, doing everything but setting himself on fire to get those numbers off the ground, they never lifted. Leigh bears some responsibility for this, the score being largely (and I'm trying to be polite) forgettable. We'll always have La Mancha.
"The gods who nurse this universe think little of mortals' cares. They sit in crowds on exclusive clouds and laugh at our love affairs. I might have had a real romance if they'd given me a chance. I loved him, but he didn't love me. I wanted him, but he didn't want me. Then the gods had a spree and indulged in another whim. Now he loves me, but I don't love him." - Cole Porter