I’ve only done this once before in my life, this thing called a three-show day.
And at 11.30 p.m. and just back at my hotel, I’m pretty wiped out. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
Wednesday 9 a.m. Meet Grace & Greg Jones in Central Park West for breakfast.
10 a.m. Arrive a couple of blocks away, just off Broadway, for an invited first public reading of Corner of Bitter and Sweet, a new musical in development by The 5th Avenue Theatre in Seattle and Abingdon Theatre in New York City. Paul Fujimoto is the composer and lyricist, with book and direction by Lainie Sakakura. The source material is Jamie Ford’s book Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet.
Spencer Donovan Jones, my voice student, is playing Teen Henry at the current moment. He had the audience in tears at the end of Act One. I was so proud of this kid today.
2 p.m. After appropriate post-read greetings, and a quick chat with the creative team, I took the 1 line south to 50th, grabbed a hot dog, and ended up at the Walter Kerr on 48th, where my matinee was Hadestown.
5 p.m. From my journal: “Hadestown. A towering production of brilliant originality, perfectly cast and stunning in its final effect.”
By the time the show was over, I had already had three cries in one day (two at Spencer’s show). The curtain call number is the most effecting moment in a superb show.
Write a bit. Give some tourists directions.
And then subway north again, this time Lincoln Center for a solo dinner at The Smith.
7.30 p.m. And then Turandot at the Metropolitan Opera. In spite of a fidgety few nearby in the third act, this rusty museum-piece production by Zeffirelli still has some legs. Christine Goerke holds her own as Turandot, and tonight’s Calaf, Ricardo Massi, got progressively better after a wobbly start. The whole thing lacked some steam, though. The hit of the night? Eleonaro Buratto as Liu.
And of course I cried again at the final scene.
Now midnight, and time for bed. Thursday is a totally different kind of day!