Good morning, all! I thought the photos posted yesterday by DRs DearReaderLaura and TCB quite wonderful. Back in the late 1980s, when Michael Tilson Thomas allowed himself time for composition, he wrote a wonderful concert piece based on Anne Frank's diary. The narrator for its premiere performance, I recall, was Audrey Hepburn. I may have a cassette of that concert somewhere in my apartment. When I worked on the Gershwin Gala with Michael, his gift to me was a complete, unexpurgated copy of the diary.
As to the GREASE program, wild horses couldn't drag me into a theatre to catch what looks more and more like "American Idol presents Happy Days Redux," rather than the subversive, bawdy, cruelly funny original I saw in 1974. The cast looks too pretty for words, I don't get any feeling for 1950s-60s rock performances, and ohmigod, who's staging this turkey for tv? And even worse, who is letting Kathleen Marshall into camera range in those clothes?
I hope this piece of cotton candy covered turd closes faster than the Edsel's reign of terror.