jeffrey richman

Summer, 1977. Los Angeles. A birthday party - I forget whose. What I remember is I spent the whole evening doubled over laughing with this girl, laughing so hard, with such abandon, that the other guests were staring at us even before she fell in the cake. This was no mere good time; it was magic, the laughter I shared with this girl. And when I left that party I knew - the way you know very few things in your life- that I had just met my best friend.

I didn’t know she could sing.

—  Jeffrey Richman talking about Patti LuPone.