An odd thing happened to me in late 2017: I was approached by a lovely woman, Sandi Durell, who runs a theatre website after a talk on my book Up in the Cheap Seats. After hearing me speak for an hour, her question to me was that she didn’t understand why I wasn’t writing theatre criticism. My response was that I never wanted to be a critic, to which she replied, “But you’ve been writing reviews since you were twelve!” (which is true). So now it’s over a year and a half later

There will always be an inherent sadness whenever the date 9/11 comes around. Not to suggest any measure of equivalency to the horrors of the terrorist act forever associated with it, but when I looked up theatre history for today, I was surprised to see we lost three extraordinary theatre artists on this same date within a fifteen-year span: Jessica Tandy (1994), Fred Ebb (2004), and Larry Gelbart (2009). How much did I love and admire these three? Let me count the ways. Lar

It’s difficult for me to believe that it was thirty-four years ago tonight that I attended the first of two sold-out performances of Stephen Sondheim and James Goldman’s Follies in Concert at Lincoln Center. With no hard evidence to back this up, I would stake that of the 2,700 who bought tickets, an overwhelming majority had seen the original production sometime during the fifteen months it ran on Broadway between 1971 and 1972. And if this wasn’t our chance to see Follies a