MY FOLLIES: I Thought I’d Be Phyllis . . .

Oh dear. In my Sondheim obsession/fanaticism, when it came to Follies, I always thought I would end up being Phyllis; all Could I Leave You? and The Story of Lucy and Jessie… (I can’t decide between Donna  Murphy and Jan Maxwell. I love them both. So, here they are.)

…telling my own personal Benjamin Stone (as he sings The Road You Didn’t Take) about his delusions, delivering the, “I’m nothing. That’s not much.” And knowing in the end, I’d won. Or, worst case, I’d be Carlotta; belting I’m Still Here.

But I will be doubly damned if I haven’t turned out to be — at best — the nearly insane and clearly delusional, Sally,

Or, worse, I’m just one of the fucking ghosts wandering (and wondering) around in the background. The only Phyllis I will ever be … this one …

… or this one …

phyllis diller

So done.

 

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