A Visit From Burt

Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. Burt Bacharach!

Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. Burt Bacharach!

We're in the middle of fixing up a few moments in the show, jamming along to songs we've now played hundreds of times, singing those roller-coaster melodies that are embedded in our hearts as if they've been there since the day we were born, when the man walks in the room.  The reminder that this body of music comes from the brain of a human being is tough to wrap your head around, even after years of getting to know him.  It seems impossible for one man to have created so much; for those creations to live inside us, as obvious as oxygen.  And yet, there he is.  Standing next to you in his puffy jacket and Scottish scarf, with a smile on his face, scanning the new theater with eyes that have seen the best of them.  
He looks up at the giant sculpture of instruments that stands behind us every night.  
"I like the way things are hanging," he says.