ON MY OWN, PRETENDING HE’S BESIDE ME.ALL ALONE, I WALK WITH HIM TILL MORNING.
How many times did my fingers do everything they could to make sure the audience experienced the full power of those words from arguably the most beautiful song in a score filled with beautiful songs, Les Misérables? Not that my fingers were tripping along the keys of a piano, or clutching the bow of a violin, or strumming the strings of a guitar.
My fingers were on the sound console. Just about my favorite place in the world.
The only drawback to being a successful Broadway designer for 25 years is that I rarely get a chance to mix anymore. I oversee the mix. I note the mix. I even get to choose the mixer. But that’s not the same thrill as being the person ...