I still can't believe she's gone. Last time I've met her was in September, 2011, with Sarah, at a show Jeff Dolgin played in the Lower East Side; I went there with my son who knew Adrienne since he was a very small boy -- in 1994. She told me the treatment had been a success.
Writing about her is hard because it's like admitting that she's gone and won't be back. It's a privilege to know her but it makes it hard to be without her -- the misery of the living. My condolences to the people who loved her!
I still can't believe she's gone. Last time I've met her was in September, 2011, with Sarah, at a show Jeff Dolgin played in the Lower East Side; I went there with my son who knew Adrienne since he was a very small boy -- in 1994. She told me the treatment had been a success.
I had been completely taken by her personality, voice and interpretation the first time I'd seen her performing (which must have been in 1992 or 1993). Working with her on "Dreaming in Yiddish" in Berlin had been my first experience in producing music. When I called her in 1994 to ask her to sing at the premiÌÄå©re performance of Michael Wex's and my production of "God in Paris" at Harbourfront Theatre in Toronto and started to explain the play, she interrupted me and said, "You can explain this to me later. I'll do anything he writes." When we were working on the German version of her Chagall show I found out how deeply connected she felt to theatre; she was absolutely professional and knew exactly how she wanted the show including lights, sound and the actor who did the German part. And the rarest: everybody who worked with her loved her. She included them into her heart and made them a part of the family. When she loved, she loved completely.
Writing about her is hard because it's like admitting that she's gone and won't be back. It's a privilege to know her but it makes it hard to be without her -- the misery of the living. My condolences to the people who loved her!