“Spectacular!”
It’s finally here! After what feels like an interminable lead up, the New York debut of Bill and Danny’s song cycle, Once Every Hundred Years, is only a few days away.
It’s finally here! After what feels like an interminable lead up, the New York debut of Bill and Danny’s song cycle, Once Every Hundred Years, is only a few days away.
I’ve been thinking about producing the concert and cast recording of the song cycle for a long time. I first thought about it in June of 2024, after the performance at William’s College, which was done as part of Bill’s 50th Reunion celebration. I decided I didn’t want to.
But it kept eating at me. Having come to appreciate Bill’s huge impact on the art form, and how many lives were touched and changed by his work, I thought it would be wrong if his last work was not recorded and made available to fans and students of musical theatre. (And I think it’s wrong that so much of his work has yet to be recorded.)
When Bill died, and Jennifer Tepper reached out to ask Danny and I to consider presenting it at 54 Below, I said “okay,” finally accepting that I wouldn’t rest until the song cycle was in the world. And I also decided that I had put too much time and effort into the song cycle since 2020, including producing it twice, to let anyone else produce it.
So here I am, with Danny, doing what Bill wanted. The show in New York. Same songs, same order (almost), same cast, as we did in Williamstown.
I know Bill will be there.
I know, from time to time, he’ll shake his head in disbelief because of a poor decision we made.
And I also know that, at the end of the concert, when someone asks him what he thought of it, he’ll say: “Spectacular!”
Once Every Hundred Years
That’s the name of the song cycle Bill wrote with Danny in what turned out to be the last few years of Bill’s life. I am producing the NY premiere at 54 Below on Nov. 16 and 17. I am also executive producing the live cast recording of the concert.
I’m pretty sure there are things I should be doing that I’m not doing because I don’t know how. I trust that will all work out.
That’s the name of the song cycle Bill Finn wrote with Danny in what turned out to be the last few years of Bill’s life. I am producing the NY premiere at 54 Below on November 16th and 17th. I am also executive producing the live cast recording of the concert.
I’m pretty sure there are things I should be doing that I’m not doing because I don’t know how. I trust that will all work out.
Michael Starobin is orchestrating. Joe Calarco is directing. The concert will feature Jeff Blumenkrantz, Demond Green, and Zachary Noah-Piser. Benji Goldsmith is our MD.
When we nailed down the concert dates with 54 Below, Playbill ran a story about it. Someone sent Playbill a second press release and they ran a story today featuring Zach’s headshot. I don’t know if Zach has a publicist who sent it, or if 54 Below sent it. I just know I didn’t.
Most importantly, the Playbill article mentioned Danny Ursetti prominently. And Broadway Briefing picked up the story and BOLDED Danny’s name.
William Finn
My dear friend and mentor, William Finn, died last month.
Bill’s belief in me changed my life.
Bill invited me into his life, and his home. He made introductions. He created opportunities for my work to be heard. He told me who I should write with — and told them to write with me.
I firmly believe that it’s because Bill thought I was good, that my classmates decided I was good and wanted to write with me.
My dear friend and mentor, William Finn, died last month.
Bill made it his mission to help launch “young” writers — a very rare thing. He was a gigantic personality with an even more gigantic heart and talent. The instant I met him, my life became infinitely richer and more interesting.=
Bill invited me into his life, and his home. He made introductions. He created opportunities for my work to be heard.
I firmly believe that it’s because Bill thought I was good, that my classmates decided I was good and wanted to write with me.
There were times, especially during the pandemic, when he called me daily, sometimes twice a day, because he was bored. I always picked up the phone — I think that’s why he called me. He’d ask, “What’s new?” I’d wrack my brain to come up with anything to say. What could be new? We’d just spoken. And it was the pandemic.
When I asked him what was new, his answer was always the same: “Whatever.”
In the last couple of years, there have been fewer phone calls, but we still spoke at least once a week, even when neither of us had anything to report. He often called when I was busy, and I generally called him back when I was out walking. Yesterday afternoon I was out walking, and it hit me that I didn’t have to call him back…
Bill and I don’t speak on the phone since he died, but we continue to speak, and he continues to support me, push me and admonish me. He cares. And for that, I am forever grateful.