The session on the Plaza Hotel arrangement went very well, but it wasn't long enough so I will be adding a number to it tonight. The event is on Monday, Oct 1; the rehearsal is next sunday, 12:30-2:30. I believe.
After that, I rushed down to West 46th Street to meet Donna Lynne Champlin for the 4:30 performance of THE PIPER, which has a glorious Irish score played by a band of five (piano, cello, guitar, percussion, pipe and violin double) and an onstage violin played by the multitalented Nancy Anderson. There's too much music and too little plot, which cannot make up its mind if it's a variation on the Pied Piper, Jack the Ripper, Irish politics in Boston around 1892, or the perils of being an ex-whore and dealing with a mysterious crippled bastard daughter. The music won me over but the book, with an especially ridiculous conclusion, bothered me. It was a mostly excellent cast featuring my friends Christiane Noll and Catherine LaValle, and the musical staging was by Janet Watson, wife of FANTASTICKS author Tom Jones and sister of the glorious 1960s ingenue Susan Watson.