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TT: To be (a)live

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last Friday I saw Kristin Chenoweth make her Carnegie Hall recital debut. I was there as a fan, not professionally, but I’ve written about Chenoweth quite a bit in my Wall Street Journal theater column, most recently in my review of the New York Philharmonic’s semi-staged concert performance of Leonard Bernstein’s Candide:

Cunegonde, Candide’s shopworn sweetheart, is far beyond the reach of ordinary musical-comedy singers, for “Glitter and Be Gay,” her big number, is an all-stops-out coloratura aria requiring a rock-solid high E flat. I knew the diminutive Ms. Chenoweth had operatic training, but it never occurred to me that her high notes would have survived years of Broadway belting, much less that she could still nail them with the brilliance and panache of a full-time opera star. Add to that her impish charm and switchblade-sharp timing and…well, let’s just say I’m no longer capable of being surprised by the amazing Ms. Chenoweth. After “Glitter and Be Gay,” I wouldn’t have boggled if she’d picked up the baton and conducted the second act.

Though Chenoweth didn’t conduct the band on Friday night, nothing else happened that was inconsistent with what I wrote about her performance as Cunegonde. Yet what impressed me most forcibly about her concert was the fact that it was a concert–an experience whose impact relied in substantial part on her physical presence. Tiny though she is, Chenoweth has the kind of outsized charisma that is impossible to capture on record. I hadn’t seen her on stage when I first heard her solo album, Let Yourself Go, and so I didn’t quite get what she was all about. It wasn’t until I covered the opening of Wicked last year that I got the point, which was hammered home by Candide and her Carnegie Hall recital. As the saying goes, you have to be there, the way earlier generations claimed that you had to see Al Jolson or Ethel Merman on stage to understand why they were so great. I hope Chenoweth someday finds a record producer (or TV director) who can figure out how to translate her astonishing energy into a medium that puts so high a premium on one-to-one intimacy. In the meantime, all I can say is that if you’ve never seen her in the theater, do so as soon as you can.


Last Friday was also, of course, the eve of the anniversary of 9/11, an occasion Chenoweth marked by singing a touching version of Stephen Foster’s “Hard Times (Come Again No More).” On the day itself I was awakened by the sound of jets flying overhead, presumably on their way to the ceremonies at Ground Zero, and by the time I got outside to partake of the glorious weather, I was startled by how thinly populated the streets were. Perhaps everybody was downtown–or out of town.


Me, I had a press preview to cover, and I’d given quite a bit of advance thought to what I wanted to be seeing that day. In the end, I settled on the Dodger Stages revival of Basil Twist’s Symphonie Fantastique, which opens on Thursday. Since I’m reviewing it for the Journal, I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I’ve written about Symphonie Fantastique before, most recently in my Washington Post column when it was performed at Lincoln Center a couple of years ago as part of a Berlioz festival. Here’s what I said back then:

I’d been looking forward to Lincoln Center’s revival of Basil Twist’s “Symphonie Fantastique” ever since it was announced last year, but when my friends asked me exactly what it was, I hemmed and hawed and finally said, “Well, uh…it’s an abstract puppet show in a thousand-gallon water tank, set to a recording of Berlioz’s

TT: Almanac

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

“The part of the inexplicable should be allowed for in appraising the conduct of men in a world where no explanation is final.”


Joseph Conrad, A Personal Record

TT: Touch

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last week I wrote:

Anyone who writes a serious book with the expectation of making a lot of money and/or becoming famous is a fool. If you can’t afford to write a book in your spare time for its own sake, you’re in the wrong business.

To which a reader with a good memory promptly replied:

Your comments today on the book business seem right on. But wasn’t it one of your heroes who said “Only a blockhead writes for anything but money”? I confess I don’t know the context of that remark, but always found it amusing. I would be curious to see your response to the good doc in your blog.

Far be it from me to differ with Samuel Johnson, so I won’t. I’ll simply supply the context of this famous saying, which comes from Boswell’s Life of Johnson:

When I expressed an earnest wish for his remarks on Italy, he said,
“I do not see that I could make a book upon Italy; yet I should be
glad to get two hundred pounds, or five hundred pounds, by such a
work.” This shewed both that a journal of his Tour upon the
Continent was not wholly out of his contemplation, and that he
uniformly adhered to that strange opinion, which his indolent
disposition made him utter: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote,
except for money.” Numerous instances to refute this will occur to
all who are versed in the history of literature.

Since Dr. Johnson is always right, I can but yield to his greater wisdom. The only defense I can offer is that I didn’t say “money,” I said “a lot of money.” But that’s pretty lame, right? Right.


Never let it be said that I’m unwilling to publicly admit to having been caught blogging with my pajama pants down!

TT: Touch

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last week I wrote:

Anyone who writes a serious book with the expectation of making a lot of money and/or becoming famous is a fool. If you can’t afford to write a book in your spare time for its own sake, you’re in the wrong business.

To which a reader with a good memory promptly replied:

Your comments today on the book business seem right on. But wasn’t it one of your heroes who said “Only a blockhead writes for anything but money”? I confess I don’t know the context of that remark, but always found it amusing. I would be curious to see your response to the good doc in your blog.

Far be it from me to differ with Samuel Johnson, so I won’t. I’ll simply supply the context of this famous saying, which comes from Boswell’s Life of Johnson:

When I expressed an earnest wish for his remarks on Italy, he said,
“I do not see that I could make a book upon Italy; yet I should be
glad to get two hundred pounds, or five hundred pounds, by such a
work.” This shewed both that a journal of his Tour upon the
Continent was not wholly out of his contemplation, and that he
uniformly adhered to that strange opinion, which his indolent
disposition made him utter: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote,
except for money.” Numerous instances to refute this will occur to
all who are versed in the history of literature.

Since Dr. Johnson is always right, I can but yield to his greater wisdom. The only defense I can offer is that I didn’t say “money,” I said “a lot of money.” But that’s pretty lame, right? Right.


Never let it be said that I’m unwilling to publicly admit to having been caught blogging with my pajama pants down!

TT: Touch

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last week I wrote:

Anyone who writes a serious book with the expectation of making a lot of money and/or becoming famous is a fool. If you can’t afford to write a book in your spare time for its own sake, you’re in the wrong business.

To which a reader with a good memory promptly replied:

Your comments today on the book business seem right on. But wasn’t it one of your heroes who said “Only a blockhead writes for anything but money”? I confess I don’t know the context of that remark, but always found it amusing. I would be curious to see your response to the good doc in your blog.

Far be it from me to differ with Samuel Johnson, so I won’t. I’ll simply supply the context of this famous saying, which comes from Boswell’s Life of Johnson:

When I expressed an earnest wish for his remarks on Italy, he said,
“I do not see that I could make a book upon Italy; yet I should be
glad to get two hundred pounds, or five hundred pounds, by such a
work.” This shewed both that a journal of his Tour upon the
Continent was not wholly out of his contemplation, and that he
uniformly adhered to that strange opinion, which his indolent
disposition made him utter: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote,
except for money.” Numerous instances to refute this will occur to
all who are versed in the history of literature.

Since Dr. Johnson is always right, I can but yield to his greater wisdom. The only defense I can offer is that I didn’t say “money,” I said “a lot of money.” But that’s pretty lame, right? Right.


Never let it be said that I’m unwilling to publicly admit to having been caught blogging with my pajama pants down!

TT: Touch

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last week I wrote:

Anyone who writes a serious book with the expectation of making a lot of money and/or becoming famous is a fool. If you can’t afford to write a book in your spare time for its own sake, you’re in the wrong business.

To which a reader with a good memory promptly replied:

Your comments today on the book business seem right on. But wasn’t it one of your heroes who said “Only a blockhead writes for anything but money”? I confess I don’t know the context of that remark, but always found it amusing. I would be curious to see your response to the good doc in your blog.

Far be it from me to differ with Samuel Johnson, so I won’t. I’ll simply supply the context of this famous saying, which comes from Boswell’s Life of Johnson:

When I expressed an earnest wish for his remarks on Italy, he said,
“I do not see that I could make a book upon Italy; yet I should be
glad to get two hundred pounds, or five hundred pounds, by such a
work.” This shewed both that a journal of his Tour upon the
Continent was not wholly out of his contemplation, and that he
uniformly adhered to that strange opinion, which his indolent
disposition made him utter: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote,
except for money.” Numerous instances to refute this will occur to
all who are versed in the history of literature.

Since Dr. Johnson is always right, I can but yield to his greater wisdom. The only defense I can offer is that I didn’t say “money,” I said “a lot of money.” But that’s pretty lame, right? Right.


Never let it be said that I’m unwilling to publicly admit to having been caught blogging with my pajama pants down!

TT: Touch

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last week I wrote:

Anyone who writes a serious book with the expectation of making a lot of money and/or becoming famous is a fool. If you can’t afford to write a book in your spare time for its own sake, you’re in the wrong business.

To which a reader with a good memory promptly replied:

Your comments today on the book business seem right on. But wasn’t it one of your heroes who said “Only a blockhead writes for anything but money”? I confess I don’t know the context of that remark, but always found it amusing. I would be curious to see your response to the good doc in your blog.

Far be it from me to differ with Samuel Johnson, so I won’t. I’ll simply supply the context of this famous saying, which comes from Boswell’s Life of Johnson:

When I expressed an earnest wish for his remarks on Italy, he said,
“I do not see that I could make a book upon Italy; yet I should be
glad to get two hundred pounds, or five hundred pounds, by such a
work.” This shewed both that a journal of his Tour upon the
Continent was not wholly out of his contemplation, and that he
uniformly adhered to that strange opinion, which his indolent
disposition made him utter: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote,
except for money.” Numerous instances to refute this will occur to
all who are versed in the history of literature.

Since Dr. Johnson is always right, I can but yield to his greater wisdom. The only defense I can offer is that I didn’t say “money,” I said “a lot of money.” But that’s pretty lame, right? Right.


Never let it be said that I’m unwilling to publicly admit to having been caught blogging with my pajama pants down!

TT: Touch

September 13, 2004 by Terry Teachout

Last week I wrote:

Anyone who writes a serious book with the expectation of making a lot of money and/or becoming famous is a fool. If you can’t afford to write a book in your spare time for its own sake, you’re in the wrong business.

To which a reader with a good memory promptly replied:

Your comments today on the book business seem right on. But wasn’t it one of your heroes who said “Only a blockhead writes for anything but money”? I confess I don’t know the context of that remark, but always found it amusing. I would be curious to see your response to the good doc in your blog.

Far be it from me to differ with Samuel Johnson, so I won’t. I’ll simply supply the context of this famous saying, which comes from Boswell’s Life of Johnson:

When I expressed an earnest wish for his remarks on Italy, he said,
“I do not see that I could make a book upon Italy; yet I should be
glad to get two hundred pounds, or five hundred pounds, by such a
work.” This shewed both that a journal of his Tour upon the
Continent was not wholly out of his contemplation, and that he
uniformly adhered to that strange opinion, which his indolent
disposition made him utter: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote,
except for money.” Numerous instances to refute this will occur to
all who are versed in the history of literature.

Since Dr. Johnson is always right, I can but yield to his greater wisdom. The only defense I can offer is that I didn’t say “money,” I said “a lot of money.” But that’s pretty lame, right? Right.


Never let it be said that I’m unwilling to publicly admit to having been caught blogging with my pajama pants down!

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This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

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Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

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Peter Marks, Elisabeth Vincentelli, and I are the panelists on “Three on the Aisle,” a bimonthly podcast from New York about theater in America. … [Read More...]

About My Books

My latest book is Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington, published in 2013 by Gotham Books in the U.S. and the Robson Press in England and now available in paperback. I have also written biographies of Louis Armstrong, George Balanchine, and H.L. Mencken, as well as a volume of my collected essays called A … [Read More...]

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To read all three installments of "The Long Goodbye," a multi-part posting about the experience of watching a parent die, go here. … [Read More...]

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