My First Professional Show... Lyrics > Sondheim on Sondheim
My First Professional Show... Lyrics
[STEPHEN SONDHEIM, spoken]
My first professional show, which is when I was twenty-three years old, was called Saturday Night. It was based on a play called Front Porch in Flatbush, which had been written by two well-known screenwriters, Philip and Julius Epstein. They had among other things written Casablanca. And they had written about their childhood in Brooklyn.
The play was to be made into a musical, uh, under the auspices of Lem Ayers, who was a leading producer and set designer at the time. And we had about six backers auditions, and, um, raised about half the money, and Lem suddenly died. He was a very young man, about forty years old. And I was, I won't say devastated, but certainly disappointed.
Last Update: October, 24th 2023
Sondheim on Sondheim Lyrics
- My Name Is Stephen Joshua Sondheim
- Invocation/Forget War
- Love Is in the Air
- Comedy Tonight
- Take Me to the World
- Ten Years After I Was Born...
- Talent/When I Get Famous
- Something’s Coming
- My First Professional Show...
- So Many People
- For Many Years, Hal Prince...
- You Could Drive a Person Crazy
- The Wedding Is Off
- Now You Know
- Hal Prince and I Did Six Shows Together...
- Franklin Shepard, Inc.
- Good Thing Going
- Sometimes a Song Changes Its Shape...
- Waiting for the Girls Upstairs
- The Best Thing That Ever Has Happened
- My First Serious Relationship...
- Happiness
- Fosca’s Entrance (I Read)
- Is This What You Call Love?
- Loving You
- God
- If You Ask Me to Write a Love Song...
- Losing My Mind / Not a Day Goes By
- A Lot of People Think...
- Opening Doors
- We Had Three Endings to Company...
- Multitudes of Amys
- Happily Ever After
- Being Alive
- Something Just Broke
- The Gun Song
- Jule Styne and I Realized with Gypsy...
- Smile, Girls
- I Suppose If There Is One That’s Closest...
- Finishing the Hat
- Beautiful
- I Had a Lot of Trouble with My Mother...
- Children Will Listen
- To Me, Teaching Is a Sacred Profession...
- Send in the Clowns
- I’ve Often Been Asked Why I Don’t Write...
- Company/Old Friends
- Anyone Can Whistle