“Map of Heaven by Michele Lowe
Jan. 14–Feb. 26, 2011
The Ricketson Theatre
“Lena’s painting career is on the rise — her beautiful maps of places real and imaginary are poised to take New York by storm. But when her husband makes a fateful decision, the couple’s life is upended. A contemporary story, Map of Heaven explores the overwhelming consequences of a single lapse in judgment.””—I want to see this. Trip to Denver?
“I suspect that if you swabbed the inside of most theatrical lyricists’ mouths or sectioned a piece of our brains, you’d find something in our DNA that proves we’re all descended from Stephen Sondheim. It’s a little like having a parent you adore, respect, emulate and fear, and to whom you’re constantly being compared to unfavourably. I still recall the day in 1985 when a certain famed lyricist (not Mr. Sondheim) happened to be critiquing my work, an early version of my musical farce Lucky Stiff. “This is unproduceable! Undirectable!” the famous lyricist shouted at my writing partner and me, in front of the assembled crowd. “You’re nothing but fucking Sondheim clones!” Although I remained seated in a little gilded chair, I wanted to leap up and punch him in the nose - not only because he was so hateful but also because he had a point. Until that moment, I had no idea how profoundly influenced I was by Sondheim’s work.”—Lynn Ahrens in The Sondheim Review, Vol. XVI, No. 3 (via marainthepark) (via fuckyeahsondheim)