After the show Margaret Styne (isn’t there another word for widow? – I hate it!) who was married to the marvelous composer Jule Styne, and I went backstage to congratulate the talented company.
|Standing (L to R) Glory Crampton, Douglas Sills, me, Margaret Styne.|
Kneeling (L to R) Hayley Podschun, Nancy Anderson.
All of the photos below were taken in that same place – another heady time – nothing here is a result of photoshopping – it’s just name photo dropping.
|Leonard Bernstein; Tony Walton and Sidney Lumet; Lauren Bacall|
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Another major Paper Mill moment was a glamorous – marvelously cast (please look them up) production of that Goldman and Sondheim stunner Follies. In my not at all humble opinion (and that of The New York Times) – we should have gone right to Broadway.
Well I could write about that experience until they find another word for blog. My roomie in that teeny tiny dressing room – was the other divine Miss M. – Ann Miller and her wigs. Yes, all the stories about her are true, and she was a terrific dame.
|In the Dressing Room|
|Ann Miller, Alexandra Schlesinger, and me|
About an hour later I turned to her and said, “Cunterella, that’s her name – Cunterella – but for short we call her.....”
Right after the show closed I gave a swell party for the cast at our apartment, which is really lovely and has a beautiful big terrace overlooking Central Park West, and a cinemascopic view of the city that is spectacular.
Ann walked in, looked around and said to me, “Well, kiddo – you sure dipped your ass in a honey pot!”
And now the final piece in the puzzle. I went to see Alan Cumming perform at Feinstein’s Thursday night. He is original, talented, political, funny and fierce. I’m a huge fan needless to say. One of the stories he told was about performing with Ann Miller at the Hollywood Bowl. She sang ‘I’m Still Here’ from Follies. He mentioned something she said which included the word “pussy”. Afterwards I told him my Ann stories and he told me his.
And so – I realize what a lucky, beautifully maturing woman I am – those ‘good old days’ blend in and out of these goods new days.
I’m stimulated by all of it and having a damn good time!