New York Times on AIDS Features Yours Truly.

Nicole Bengiveno/The New York Times

Here is the photo that leads off the New York Times article by John Leland about living long term with AIDS.

Steve Schalchlin would be the first to tell you he lives in a time of miracles, and about how hard that can be. In 1995, as his body wasted away from AIDS, he took the limited time in front of him as a challenge: he would write songs, make amends, fill his remaining days with life. And by the end, with his digestive system shut down, his figure skeletal, he was ready to die. Then he won a lottery for a new AIDS drug that had been rushed through the approval process. Almost overnight his health began to return, and with it, another, more open-ended, challenge: life.

A friend of mine complained that article didn't reflect how positive I am in real life, but I think he kind of did. The focus of the article was on the challenges of living with all the meds and side effects -- and also how so many don't have the kind of support system I've had; mainly Jim and Steinbeck, plus all my friends who love me and whom I love. We take care of each other. They are the ones who fill me with life.

That's why we need community. We all need community. You don't need AIDS to die of loneliness.

Steve Schalchlin with members of the Christ Church Bay Ridge Choir.
Photo by Stephen Anthony Elkins.

Filichia: Jim Brochu A Generous Actor.

From today's theatremania column by Peter Filichia.

After Grisetti finished “The Joker” to tumultuous applause, Jim Brochu (Sir) came on to deliver his next line. But Brochu realized that the audience was in no mood to stop applauding, and far be it from him to prematurely take away even a second of it. He waited patiently, looking off into the wings, still in character, acting as if Sir were searching for something he’d misplaced. I love generous actors!

Brochu was equally marvelous, not going over-the-top, which is so easy to do with Sir. He trusted his material, and I trust that everyone enjoyed him as much as I. And, my, for a staged reading, did Brochu know every word of his songs! I surmised that he, like I, listened to the cast album incessantly when it came out in 1965. I asked him about it at the closing night party. “Yes,” he said, “but the reason I really remember it is because during the run I sold orange juice at the back of the Shubert.” Nice to have you out front, Jim.