In voice, artistic sensibility and glamour, the singer was every inch a diva.
The beloved concert and opera singer died earlier today.
The mixture of romance and realism in Sondheim songs, the revelation that while love could be grand and passionate it could also be mundane or inconvenient or mistimed or just plain embarrassing, was such a relief.
Steve adored puzzles, solving them and creating them, so it makes you wonder that this one continued to fester—was that so few of his songs attained the rank of “standard.”
When I think of Stephen Sondheim, so many of my memories are not simply about shows of his I loved and learned from—they are experiences that literally shaped my life.
The master of Broadway musical theater died suddenly earlier today at his home in Connecticut.
In the month and a half leading to Bernard Haitink’s passing on October 21, my AirPods constantly channeled a musical festival of sorts centered on the Dutch giant’s expansive discography.
The Slovak soprano, whose career spanned more than 50 years, died yesterday in Zurich. She was 74.
American soprano Gianna Rolandi died Sunday morning, according to a number of her friends and colleagues. She was 68.
April is the cruelest month, the song tells us—but this year, it was a week later. Ghenady Meirson, Philadelphia’s master of Russian Opera and coach extraordinaire, died on May 8.
The renowned interpreter of Wagner, Mozart and Strauss for more than four decades died yesterday.
We all lost a great champion of the arts as news arrived that Lois Kirschenbaum passed away on 27 March at the Beth Israel hospital.
The conductor and former music director of the Metropolitan Opera died on March 9.
Nathan Hull was an operatic Quixote who did not go it alone, but inspired bands of optimists, giving proper employment to the many worthy New Yorkers mad enough to study voice and pleasure rare elsewhere to those of us thrilled to take it in.