May 11, 1963-March 18, 2009
Tasha’s laugh is what I remember most. That throaty, smoky laugh that was unmistakably hers. And how better to remember someone than when they were having fun, and happy? She and I starred together on Broadway in Cabaret in 1998, and I admired her in so many ways — obviously as an amazing actress, fearless and raw and yet so skilled and eloquent. But also because of her loyalty and thoughtfulness to her friends, and her devotion to raising awareness and cash for the Foundation for AIDS Research. Her dad, Tony Richardson, died of an AIDS-related illness, and when she won her Tony for Cabaret in 1998 she dedicated it to him (”It is a Tony after all,” she said). As Auntie Mame said, ”Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!” Well, Tasha enjoyed the banquet. Hell, she probably cooked it.
Richardson died in NYC of head injuries sustained in a skiing accident in Quebec.