here are some photos from the production i directed at the stoneham theatre … they were taken by paul lydel
Author: bill
this is a fragment of a lyric from “lucky duck” which i wrote with henry krieger and jeffrey hatcher … serena, the ugly duckling who has become the hottest supermodel in the kingdom, contemplates how everything went so wrong
all of my goals
seem inconsequential
striving so hard for fame
being well-known
has a scary potential
a place for placing blame
all of a sudden
and out of the blue
sun disappeared
and storm clouds grew
temperatures fall
and cold winds blow
where did the good times go?
where did the good times go?
thought they were here to stay
now misery is our status quo
where oh where did the good times go?
a couple photos from the production of “side show” in concert (like this of collion o’connor as buddy and esera tuaolo as jake) which i recently directed at my first alma mater — morningside college in sioux city, iowa can be found under “photos”
this is from several years ago but haven’t we all been there?
i don’t even really know you
you came with a friend of mine
who left with someone else
when you were feeling fine
and now you’re drunk in my bathroom
and i want to go to bed
i’m so sorry that you lost it
but glad that you found the loo
those cookies that you tossed
took several days to do
so now you’re drunk in my bathroom
and i want to go to bed
i’ve cleaned out all the ashtrays
put all the toys away
rearranged the magazines
cleaned up the lingerie
but you’re still drunk in my bathroom
and i want to go to bed
i admit i found you funny
and cute in an off-beat way
that made my goosebumps jump
at thoughts of how we’d play
but now you’re drunk in my bathroom
and i want to go to bed
i just want to go to bed
bruce and i have been in our apartment for 22 years — on haven avenue in upper manhattan overlooking the hudson river and the george washington bridge … i wrote the following shortly after we moved in … we celebrate our 29th anniversary this month!
such diverse winds
have blown us here
such odd currents
of time and circumstance
and we took them as we could
sometimes soaring
with unfettered speed
sometimes limping
with broken wings
or perching comfortably
for a while
making do
with whatever place
presented itself
when night came on
and we could fly no more
that day
but now we’ve come to rest
and feathered our new nest
with the best
of all our flights before
twigs from hemispheres away
stones from work
and sticks from play
all placed in a pleasing way
of memory
and innovation
our creation
and our home
the urge to roam
subsiding
the need for hiding
from the city
and the squalor
growing
like the buildings
getting taller all around
and now the sound
of winds
which carried us afar
surrounds us
as we roost
in our contentment
they sing of other lands
and lives
we’ve left
without resentment
for our stamina
in flight
has been long
and truly tested
and now we share delight
in being so well nested