We’re only a week into the new year, and 2020 is testing us already. The New York Post reports that 89-year-old Stephen Sondheim fell at his home a few days ago. I can’t imagine that was an easy call for the 911 operator to receive. “Stephen Sondheim fell sometime today, send help, he’s hurt!” It must be hard to focus when your ears are being drilled with the alliterative pizazz of a Sondheim lyric.
Stephen was supposed to attend the opening of the Sondheim Theatre in London on January 14th, but he won’t be able to make it, thanks to a fall that took him out of commission a few days ago. Theater producer Cameron Mackintosh confirmed that Stephen fell at his home in Connecticut and tore a ligament in his legs. Into The Woods? No, into the hospital. Someone to lower his bed, someone to help him up stairs. Everything’s coming up Morphine. Okay, I’ll stop.
Cameron says that while Stephen is “temporarily incapacitated,” he’s “very much still here in feisty frustrated spirit.” Stephen released this statement:
“As I recover from my tumble, I’m impatient to throw away my cane, grab my hat and head across the Pond as soon as I can to see on which cherub Cameron has tattooed my initials. I am, to put it mildly, chuffed to have my name on a theatre in the West End I have loved visiting ever since my first trip to London almost seventy years ago.”
So everything sounds generally a-ok with Stephen, despite having a torn leg ligament. And who knows how well Stephen Sondheim will recover from this? He might end up being healthy enough to stick around to see the premiere of Merrily We Roll Along. And there’s no way the universe would take out a Broadway legend like Stephen Sondheim like that. If something bad has to happen to an icon of musical theater, I’m sure Cats will happily take one for the team. After all, it can’t get any worse than the film adaptation.