As if I didn’t burst into tears my first time hearing this song, and pretty much every single time wasn’t enough, seeing him cry only made me cry harder when this aired on PBS. Now, what better song in his amazingly vast musical catalog would have been a more beautiful tribute in honor and memory of Stephen Sondheim?!
Sondheim on writing "Sunday": These people don't know they're going to be immortal, and so I'm going to write a song about that. They're going to be singing about themselves, and they're going to be acknowledging that they're immortal. And it all leads to the word "forever" which is, when I wrote that word, I cried because I thought, "That's what it's about.'"... Then I could see that they would all be singing that one idea: here we are in a park and we're going to be here forever. Thank you, Steve, for everything.
This might be the most beautiful piece of music ever written. Think of how many people don't have this song in their life. How many people don't have Steve's music in their life at all. I'm so thankful for him and everything he's given me.
It really is too terrible to contemplate how much poorer my life would have been without his music accompanying me along the way. Although he never knew me, he left me priceless gifts.
I bet you he’s entering heaven right now hearing a million angels singing “Sunday” in beautiful unison. Stephen gifted us his work as a testament to his craft. He painted the world with this profound influence in musical theater. Memorable works like into the woods, Sunday in the park with George, company, assassins, merrily we roll along, follies… I could go on. This man’s music meant a great deal to me. His work will leave a major mark in the theater forever. Thank you Stephen ❤️! RIP
"...hearing a million angels singing “Sunday” in beautiful unison..." Not in unison. In harmony, with all those late-19-Century French Impressionist coloristic chords straight out of Debussy perfectly in tune.
I'm so glad that he admitted to being (as I am) "an easy cryer". It means our hearts are so full of beautiful emotion. I weep for joy that he lived, he gave, and knew just how loved he was, and wept for it. Love you, Stephen.
The original trumpet part is challenging, but playing that last note on horn is a *heck* of a note. I love Mr. Sondheim’s reaction when the chorus starts walking in.
I came back to this on today, November 26th, the day of his death. Feels so surreal that your gone Steve, you've touched the hearts and souls of so many people. Thank you for everything... 💜
I made my first visit to Chicago, especially to see the painting that inspired this musical and that, in turn, inspired my love of Sondheim and of serious musical theatre. I travelled from Sydney, Australia. Every rendition reminds me of that journey and that brilliance that will never fade.
This is probably one of the shortest, yet most beautiful ballads ever written for the Broadway stage, by one of the most prolific artists stage & screen have ever known…… …..STEPHEN SONDHEIM! My heart is truly broken over his passing. And of the vast catalog of pieces he has let’s behind to treasure, no more fitting number could have been chosen in tribute, memory & honor of one of musical theatre’s greatest writers of all time! God speed, Stephen Sondheim. You are most definitely loved, and will be greatly missed! And, …..George has finished the hat!
Can't stop listening to multiple versions of Sunday; this one is an absolute gem. The love the exudes from the singers and actors is a tribute to this incredible man. Cried all the way through especially on 'forever'...
"There's a part of you always standing by Mapping out the sky, finishing a hat Starting on a hat, finishing a hat Look, I made a hat Where there never was a hat."
The morning of the day of this concert the basement of my NJ home flooded and my wife said, "Let's go to the concert anyway," and boy, am I glad I did! This finale made me think that if there's an afterlife, THIS is the kind of music we'll hear, sung by the pro's.
Oh the many songs that I have no clue that Stephen Sondheim created. He was a master of his craft. Just like George in Sunday in the Park. The artist looks for the part that moves you.
Enjoy this "Sunday." And let us all Wear our masks, Wash our hands, Keep our distance, Take care of one another So that We may all be able to gather like this again And celebrate On an ordinary Sunday...
[GEORGE] Order Design Tension Balance Harmony [COMPANY] Sunday, by the blue, purple, yellow, red water On the green, purple, yellow, red grass Let us pass Through our perfect park Pausing on a Sunday By the cool, blue, triangular water On the soft, green, elliptical grass As we pass through arrangements of shadows Towards the verticals of trees, forever By the blue, purple, yellow, red water On the green, orange, violet mass Of the grass In our perfect park [GEORGE] Made of flecks of light And dark And parasols [COMPANY] People strolling through the trees Of a small suburban park On an island in the river On an ordinary Sunday Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
