Tom Stoppard

Little sweetheart, the playwright Tom Stoppard has passed away. I wrote this (below) this moring and posted it on some of our socials:

Tom Stoppard has passed away.

Summer was in the first regional production of his play, "Rock n Roll" - which may have been her favorite job ever - a co-production of San Francisco's ACT and Boston's Huntington Theatre.

 

While she was waiting in the wings to go on just before curtain one night at The Geary, Stoppard ambled out the shadows and told her he loved her work on his play. She was stunned and delighted and managed to compose herself before her indescribably memorable entrance, which was akin to Cleopatra arriving on her royal barge.

 

I already liked and admired him but this made me love the fuckin' guy.

 

God bless and rest you, Mr S. I think there's a red headed siren up there waiting to greet you. Maybe you have another role for her...

 

 

 

 

Theatre Dreams

I had a dream last night little sweetheart. I was doing a play somewhere. Somewhere familiar from my past, as if I’d been there before. A little bit like DC, I think. The important thing is tho, that it was a play of Tom Stoppard’s and he was there. I think we might’ve been rehearsing and there was a break. I was alone with him in a room, kind of more like a hall. It was quiet and dark as if we’d left the theatre itself and were keeping our voices down and wandering alone with our thoughts when we found ourselves there together. And… I reminded him about you. I spoke your name. I told him how much you loved doing “Rock n Roll”. We hugged and I cried. “She loved you”, I said. And I told him how much I loved and missed you. It was kind of wonderful. It reminded me of your story of him backstage in Boston. Like he was on the other side of a fence or something, came back to talk to you. I love it when you’re in my dreams in any way at all. I brings me near you.