Sharon Feinstein

I’m not one for musicals. For me they conjure up tedious infantile stories, superficial songs and too much trivia. Sorry to sound haughty but I far prefer a rock concert or jazz in a basement club with lots of raw atmosphere and red wine  But this was a treat for someone else and I knew I could drift off and think of other things for 2 hours while making my big sacrifice.
Never did I expect to be totally engaged, profoundly moved and silently weeping.  Stephen Sondheim’s, A Little Night Music, is full of bitter-sweet regrets, lost chances, and distant memories, the score set in that beautiful, haunting waltz time, as a lawyer meets his former mistress and both realise they’re still in love and that their new partners are entirely wrong for them.
Maureen Lipman, don’t we just adore her, plays the acerbically witty Madame Armfeldt  who explains to her granddaughter that the summer night smiles three times at the follies of human beings. The first smile is at the young, who know nothing, the second at the fools who know too little, the third at the old who know too much. It’s set on a dreamy Scandanavian summer’s night, which is really a perpeptual twilight, and the highlight of course is send in the Clowns, so sad, desperate, just makes you crumble.
Isn’t it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. ………. And later, Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer? Losing my timing this late In my career? And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns. Don’t bother – they’re here.
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