B’way giant earns EGOT
SUNDAY’S prime-time Creative Arts Emmys, preceding by a week the big-time awards, gave His Lordship Andrew Lloyd
Webber another title. Symbiotic, it was their 70th year and his 70th.
Already lorded by Her Majesty, ALW’s now an EGOT — Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony — winner. He’s a bigger shot in Britain than Meghan Sparkle.
Honored for this year’s live TV concert of his 1970s “Jesus Christ Superstar,” he said: “I never thought we’d get this award. Something I never expected. When we did the show originally, I wasn’t well known. None of us were. Not producer Craig Zadan, whom we just lost, and whose dream it was, or lyricist Tim Rice who also got an Emmy.
“I loved this TV version. Thrilled NBC did it the way we wished it had been done 45 years ago. It was live and felt live — but I thought the Broadway production loud and vulgar. What happened was the recordings became a hit in America before the show was really ready, and I hated it.”
Comes another Andrew honor at the American Theatre Wing Gala on the 24th. So how does he follow all this specialness?
“Do something else I’m working on. Like a new version of Cinderella. I have projects on the shelf at home. And my movie of ‘Cats’ starts in a month.” His wife Madeleine: “I’d crossed my fingers, but you’re resigned to probably not hearing your name read out.” At this moment Madeleine, in a stunning, sexy pink outfit, was approached by another stunning, sexy pink outfit — on RuPaul. Said fellow honoree Ru: “Please let me play glamour cat Grizabella.” Purred Andrew, “You can’t. Griz is past her prime — and you never age!” ALW’s phone call with me came seconds after his win in LA. However, my Yorkshire terrier, age 16, has a 55-year-old bladder — and we were out. I rang back. I’ve blown moments of Extreme History not just because I’m a lousy reporter, but because of my Yorky. When Donald’s wall finally goes up, I might miss it because Juicy, 3 ¹/2 pounds, will be peeing.