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It's probably impossible not to like <b>Cat Gorman</b>.<br />
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Exuding likability, the Ohio-based songstress is an attractive lady with an attractive voice, performing an attractively presented show (her New York debut) at Don't Tell Mama, entitled "Stars, Songs, and Stories." Gorman is benefitted considerably by her crackerjack quartet, led by Barry Levitt, and including Jack Cavari on guitar, Tom Hubbard on bass, and Daniel Glass on drums.<br />
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The latter two gentlemen are frequent players at the marvelous <b>Marilyn Maye</b>'s New York gigs, and that legendary lady's influence permeates Gorman's entire show: La Maye is the director, and her inimitable stamp is evident throughout, especially in the cleverly conceived medleys (a Maye trademark) and the sunny, positive theme -- no moody, gloomy cabaret act, this.<br />
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That positivity served Gorman's soprano well, in a well-paced program which opened with one of our favorite compositions, "So Many Stars" by Sergio Mendes and the Bergmans, and highlighted by a <i>My Fair Lady </i>medley and a particularly lovely combination of "My White Knight" and "Till There Was You" from <i>The Music Man </i>(which also featured strikingly good guitar work by Mr. Cavari).<br />
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Another superbly crafted medley was one which combined "talk" songs: Bobby Troup's "Girl Talk," Meredith Wilson's "Pick a Little, Talk a Little," Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Happy Talk" -- geddit??? Of all of the medleys, this is the one which most bore the unmistakable mark of Maye -- it suits her style to a tee, and although Gorman is a completely different kind of performer, she nicely captured the requisite lightness and sense of fun. On the flip side of that coin, the only real misstep of the evening was a medley of Jerry Herman's "Before the Parade Passes By" and "Ribbons Down My Back" from <i>Hello, Dolly</i>. This beautiful arrangement has long been an emotional highlight of Marilyn Maye's own shows, but Gorman seemed to lack the gravitas to make it completely work. <br />
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A particularly pleasant and unexpected surprise, however, was the most contemporary number in the act, "Santa Fe" from the recent musical, <i>Newsies</i>. Truth be told, we disliked the show and most of the music when we saw it on Broadway, but Gorman imbued the song with such genuine longing and emotion, it was truly moving.<br />
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Reaching back into the vintage Broadway bag, Gorman closed her Gotham debut on a figurative and literal high note with another thoughtfully considered medley, this time from Frank Loesser's <i>Guys and Dolls</i>, including an excellent "I'll Know" and ending with a soaring "I've Never Been in Love Before."<br />
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Above all, Marilyn Maye's smooth direction ensured that the show was extraordinarily well paced, and its set list remarkably well considered, with a subtle but significant thematic story arc of achieving one's dreams. It will be interesting to watch Cat Gorman as she fulfills hers, and continues to shape her sound and style as a cabaret artist. She certainly could ask for no better mentor.<br />
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We liked her, we really liked her.<br />
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We will be back with our regularly scheduled programming soon, darlings; it's just been a whirlwind of activity and holiday cheer of late. Of course, as has been tradition for the past few years, we rang in 2015 with the ever-wondrous <b>Marilyn Maye </b>(pictured with us above, and our dear friend and fellow uber-fan, Drew, on the left) at The Metropolitan Room.<br />
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La Maye continues the party, starting tonight, with another seven shows this week and next; we'll be at every performance except Sunday's, so do drop by to join the spellbound acolytes and say hello if you do! Happy 2015, and may the new year bring all of you nothing but health, happiness, and fabulosity! <br />
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TJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09180041865489453236noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-81669884509930699092014-11-26T00:00:00.000-05:002014-11-26T08:47:58.466-05:00Your Good Girl's Gonna Go Bad<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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A few days ago, we were thrilled to receive an email from the elusive, enigmatic <b>Trax Colton</b>, aka Louis Morelli, who had a brief moment of screen stardom when he co-starred opposite two legendary bombshells: <b>Julie Newmar </b>in <i>The Marriage-Go-Round </i>(1960)<i> </i>and SSUWAT favorite <b>Jayne Mansfield </b>in <i>It Happened in Athens </i>(1962). In spite of his stunning looks, Colton's career faltered; he returned to "civilian" life, and information about him before, during, or after his brief fling with movie making remains scarce. Imagine, then, our pleasure at receiving communication from him! Unfortunately, we suppose due to his security settings, our attempt to respond to Mr. Morelli's email was unsuccessful and was returned to us. If you are reading this, sir, please know how unbelievably happy we were to hear from you, and would very much like to speak with you further.<br />
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A prime example of the latter type of experience was the four-show run celebrated chanteuse <b>Marilyn Maye </b>had with the legendary jazz guitarist <b>Bucky Pizzarelli </b>at The Iridium jazz club on November 5 and 6. To say that it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience <i>each and every </i>performance would be an understatement. Devoted SSUWAT readers know that we have applauded Marilyn Maye's remarkable talents from these virtual pages frequently, loudly, and enthusiastically; when we say that the added challenge and joy of sharing the stage with another performer at the absolute pinnacle of his field took her to a whole different level of performance, we do so without a trace of hyperbole. These concerts were <i>happenings</i>.<br />
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Storming the stage with a medley of the 1950's pop classic "Let There Be Love" and "It's Love" from <i>Wonderful Town</i>, Maye never let up for a second, tearing through her signature medleys like a lioness devouring a particularly delicious prey. Her crack trio of drummer Ray Marcheca, bassist Tom Hubbard, and pianist/director Tedd Firth seemed to spur Maye on to even jazzier flights of fancy. Once the dapper and ebullient Mr. Pizzarelli joined her onstage, the mood turned even friskier, as these two pros playfully played off of one another -- with all due respect to Mrs. Pizzarelli, and Maye's oft-quoted line that she's survived "three husbands and one meaningful love affair" only to find her most meaningful relationship with her adoring audiences -- we couldn't help but picture these two amazing artists riding off cinematically into the sunset together. They romped like colts in a field through such sunny, upbeat tunes as "'Deed I Do" and "Just in Time" before slowing things down for a beautiful, voice-and-guitar rendition of Johnny Mercer's "Skylark." Mr. Pizzarelli's solos -- "This Nearly Was Mine" from <i>South Pacific </i>and the sadly underperformed Burke/Van Heusen classic, "Darn That Dream" -- were stunningly beautiful, as he made his guitar sound as eloquent as any singer actually performing the lyrics. This remarkable engagement was the sort that one dreams about, and rarely does the reality live up to the fantasy. Thankfully, as long as we have performers like Marilyn Maye and Bucky Pizzarelli still "doing their thing," we have at least a few sure bets.<br />
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The odds were considerably less favorable when we headed downtown on November 10 to see "Downtown Sings Peggy Lee: A Book Launch Celebration" at Joe's Pub. The event was to celebrate the publication of James Gavin's much-talked about new biography, <i>Is That All There Is?: The Strange Life of Peggy Lee</i>. And, as befits the title of the tome (which is quite excellent, by the way, and one which we recommend), the evening was...strange. The curious roster (accompanied by <b>The New Standards</b>, who provided some pleasingly cool-to-hot playing) consisted of cabaret stalwarts like <b>Baby Jane Dexter </b>and <b>Carol Fredette</b>; quirky neo-jazz/cabaret chanteuses like <b>Barb Jungr </b>and <b>Nellie McKay</b>; cult artists <b>Tammy Faye </b>and <b>Justin Vivian Bond</b>; comparatively newer, more mainstream talent like <b>Jane Monheit </b>and <b>Spencer Day</b>; and, most thrillingly, authentic jazz royalty in the form of <b>Andy Bey </b>and, as a surprise, unannounced guest, <b>Helen Merrill</b>. Merrill was undoubtedly the highlight of the evening, although her throaty, emotive "Wild is the Wind" still kept the meter firmly pointed towards the "strange" reading: Peggy Lee had never performed that particular song!<br />
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It was all wildly uneven, with Fredette's simple, classy piping of Jerome Kern's "Remind Me," Jungr's supremely sexy but sophisticated "Some Cats Know," and even Dexter's primal roar interpretation of "I'm a Woman" coming from a seemingly different planet than Tammy Faye's absurd, borderline-offensive burlesque of "Big Spender," one of Lee's later signature tunes. Making her entrance in Peggy Lee-cum-flasher drag -- long, white pageboy wig; round sunglasses; and a trench coat, which was quickly doffed, stripper-style -- Tammy Faye then proceeded to sing in a tuneless and charmless voice, give unsolicited lap dances to embarrassed ringsiders, and in what had to constitute the nadir of this or any evening, straddle and hump a stairway railing while announcing, "My vagina hurts!" Surely, Miss Peggy Lee -- described by Gavin is his book as seductive but intensely "proper" -- would have been aghast.<br />
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If Tammy Faye was vulgar, then Justin Vivian Bond was merely unprofessional. The transgendered performer's long-established "demented diva" persona could have lent a certain zany, camp humor to Bond's selection -- "Black Coffee," one of the great torch numbers of all time, and a certified Peggy Lee classic -- but instead, Bond's obvious incapacitation (due to what, we hesitate to speculate) was painful to behold. False stops and starts, muffed lyrics, disorientation and seeming obliviousness; if Bond's intent was to satirize an infamous incident where Peggy Lee herself had disastrously performed under the influence at the White House, it was performance "art" in the most egregiously bad taste imaginable. If Bond was merely under the influence as well, it was pathetic.<br />
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Some SSUWAT devotees are surely familiar with the famous critic's quip regarding Tallulah Bankhead's legendary failure, <i>Antony and Cleopatra</i>: "Tallulah Bankhead barged down the Nile last night -- and sank." We had a similar reaction to the much-ballyhooed New York Philharmonic production of <i>Show Boat</i>: it felt more as if we were aboard the <i>Titanic</i>. Miscasting, bad acting, ludicrous staging, and the costuming, oh! the costuming! Unlike the Philharmonic's "semi-staged" productions of <i>Carousel </i>and <i>Sweeney Todd </i>over the past year, which were presented with some sets and full costuming, <i>Show Boat </i>was inexplicably done as neither concert version nor staged, but some frustrating purgatory in between. Skeletal sets consisting mostly of a few rickety tables and chairs were clumsily carried on and off stage by the ensemble, some of whom were "sort of" in period, with the majority in tuxes and modern cocktail dresses.<br />
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So you had <b>Vanessa Williams</b> in evening gowns which, if you narrowed your eyes, <i>might </i>pass for period, but just as easily might have been sitting in her closet since she did <i>Kiss of the Spider Woman </i>on Broadway several years back, particularly the inappropriately vampy, sexy black stunner she wore to sing what should have been the second act showstopper, "Bill." In what is intended as the lowest emotional and physical ebb in her character's life, Williams instead looked as if she were waiting for some chorus boys to twirl her around in a 1940's-style nightclub number.<br />
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Similarly, "Ol' Man River" should never be sung by an actor
and chorus in tuxedos -- and staged exactly thus, as sung adequately but dispassionately by <b>Norm Lewis</b>, this river was more a stream, devoid of any dramatic context or power. Lewis is unquestionably talented and has a
beautiful voice, but his tone and range were all wrong (a deep bass in the
ensemble who had a brief snippet of a solo would have been the better
choice!), and he seemed to be sleep walking through it. Magnolia, the fresh faced ingenue at the core of the story (and what a terrific story it is...yet mercilessly and unnecessarily bowdlerized to make room for subpar songs which had originally been cut), was portrayed by <b>Lauren Worsham</b>; her ne'er-do-well swain, Gaylord, by <b>Julian Ovenden</b>, most recently of <i>Downton Abbey </i>fame. As glorious as their duets were musically, they were dramatically undercut by the incongruous sight of Ovenden looking dapper and dandy in his period-correct suit, while Worsham was "costumed" in a flouncy, short dress and high heels. She was a walking article from <i>Seventeen </i>magazine on how to "get the look for less"; and unfortunately, she played Magnolia as not only seventeen-ish, but 21st century seventeen-ish, to boot. It was all wrong.<b> </b>Ovenden, however, played his part beautifully and sang like an angel.<br />
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More anachronisms: Magnolia and Gaylord's young daughter, Kim, is away at a
convent school, where she makes her entrance, led by a "nun" with cleavage, while Kim is
wearing sequins and tulle! How the director (who was also the conductor -- perhaps a case of spreading oneself far too thin?) couldn't see that such "choices" were madness is beyond our comprehension -- but then, this is the same director who felt comfortable allowing <b>Jane Alexander </b>to play Parthy, Magnolia's starchy, permanently exasperated mother, while wearing a glittering blue evening gown which made her look not like a work-hardened show boat denizen, but rather, Dame Helen Mirren on the red carpet. Nothing in this production made much sense, frankly, and it was a thoroughly dispiriting experience. With music as glorious as the score by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein, and Hammerstein's rock solid book, it takes concerted effort to screw up <i>Show Boat</i>. In that case, a bouquet of dead roses to the brain trust behind this production: we congratulate you.<br />
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Similarly, it takes a certain amount of nerve to attempt to reinvent one of the most beloved movie musicals of all time with a comparatively drastically new book, especially when the source material was written by the formidable Comden and Green. Oh, on the surface, the bare bones of <i>The Band Wagon </i>as it was presented at Encores! is more or less the same as it was in the classic 1953 MGM film, starring the incomparable Fred Astaire. But look closer, and in Douglas Carter Beane's revision of the nearly peerless Comden and Green screenplay, he seems hell-bent on this newfangled determination to insert darkness and conflict wherever possible, presumably to appeal to more cynical, modern tastes. The fact that Beane is doing so in a show-about-a-show which fails miserably precisely <i>because </i>of these needless "modernizations" of the classic musical format is an irony seemingly lost on him -- but, unfortunately, not the audience. Not one of the changes made to inject drama or conflict to the story actually propels the plot along one iota; in fact, they detract from it.<br />
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In the film, it's a rather simple story of two temperamental artists -- Tony, a former stage hoofer turned has-been film star, and Gaby, a rising prima ballerina -- who meet nasty, and then fall gradually in love while working on a show together, thus bridging the gap between their two worlds. That's it. Yes, the comic Broadway songwriting couple and the egomaniacal Orson Welles doppelgänger are brilliant supporting characters, but the bare bones of the plot couldn't be simpler than the age-old boy meets girl. In this <i>The Band Wagon 2014</i>, the romance between Tony and Gaby takes a back seat to a completely contrived backstory romance between Tony and the female half of the writing team behind his comeback musical, Lil (and subsequent rivalry between Tony and Lester, Lil's husband and partner). It adds nothing to the basic story, yet adds tons of unnecessary stage time and dialogue, not to mention layers of angst to what <i>should </i>be a lighthearted romp.<br />
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And that's where <i>The Band Wagon </i>fails most miserably. Where it should fizz, it fizzles. The pace is leaden, with nearly everyone, from leading man <b>Brian Stokes Mitchell </b>to the ensemble, seemingly just going through the paces. As Lil, <b>Tracey Ullman </b>displays a few flashes of inspiration, although they come in fits and starts. Only <b>Tony Sheldon</b>, as the delightfully egomaniacal Jeffrey Cordova, the theatrical wunderkind who puts the first ill-fated show-within-a-show together, throws himself completely into his role and easily walks away with the entire production. When he made his exits, one could almost hear the entire audience sigh with regret. Tellingly, Sheldon's interpretation of the role is a wicked imitation of Jack Buchanan's peerless performance in the film; and the character is the only one which Beane saw fit to more or less keep intact with Comden and Green's original vision. He's the only one that <i>works.</i><br />
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One of Broadway's few true leading men, Mitchell seems like a natural choice to play Tony Hunter, the former star fallen on lean times; but the role was conceived for Astaire, one of the most elegant and eloquent dancers to ever grace the stage or screen. Mitchell, by contrast, is blessed with one of the great theater voices, but his dancing is merely competent, not transporting. And with all of the seemingly arbitrary revisions Beane made to the book, the one he inexplicably didn't make was to turn Tony Hunter into a singer instead of a dancer. So instead we have Mitchell seeming determined yet grim, and slightly awkward, as he hoofs, taps, and soft shoes. More distressingly, Mitchell plays Hunter with an abrasive edge which alienates the audience before the end of the first act; it's particularly grating when nearly all of the other male characters are also abrasive in varying degrees, from Sheldon's flamboyant control freak to <b>Michael McKean</b>'s soused, jealous composer to <b>Michael Barresse</b>'s smug villain. Amidst all these neuroses, Tony needs to be played as even-keeled and charming. Mitchell plays him as slightly out of control and volatile. His Tony Hunter is not someone you feel like rooting for.<br />
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You may have noticed that we have yet to mention the role of Gaby, who was portrayed by the incredible dancer Cyd Charisse in the film. On stage, the part is essayed by <b>Laura Osnes</b>, a seemingly very nice girl who, unlike Charisse, has a beautiful voice; but, also unlike Charisse, not a whit of glamour or personality. She's so colorless, it's perhaps no wonder that her part has been relegated nearly to that of a featured player, rather than co-star (Osnes is fifth billed, beneath Stokes, Ullman, McKean, and Sheldon).<br />
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Yes, live performances can be thrilling. They can also be deadly dull, or maddening. Is that all there is to a deal with the devil? Is that...all there is?TJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09180041865489453236noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-7999273276845719572014-11-11T00:00:00.000-05:002014-11-11T00:00:00.761-05:00Sothern Hospitality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">...the Other Side of Dawn.</span></div>
TJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09180041865489453236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-48686133176836605512014-11-09T00:00:00.000-05:002014-11-09T00:00:01.537-05:00A Lazy Sunday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why not curl up with a good book?</span></div>
TJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09180041865489453236noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-74356231298197083852014-11-05T00:00:00.000-05:002014-11-09T11:26:27.406-05:00Conventional WisdomIt's been a mad, mad, mad, mad world here, darlings, so it's taken us this long to regroup, catch our breath, and catch you up to speed. We've been running to and fro and hither and yon about town, taking in everything from the good (Broadway's splendid revivals of <i>You Can't Take it with You </i>and <i>On the Town</i>), the bad (off-Broadway's revival of <i>Sticks and Bones</i>) and the ugly (a final dress rehearsal of <i>A Delicate Balance</i>...all we can say is, Close, but no cigar). We even had time to walk a red carpet or two:<br />
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Thus, we are regrettably belated in relaying to you some of the highlights of the most exciting event we've been a part of thus far this season: the Mabel Mercer Foundation's 25th Annual Cabaret Convention. We were fortunate enough to see three out of four of the programs presented, and the diversity of the artists and material suggests that the cabaret format -- perhaps unfairly perceived as being rather narrow and limited -- not only is much broader than many think, but also has a lot of youthful vigor being injected into it.</div>
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This influx of young talent onto the cabaret scene was best illustrated by the opening night's theme, "I Love a Piano," a celebration of the wonderful singer-pianists who tickle the ivories while simultaneously tugging on the heartstrings. The bill, hosted by 29-year-old jazz violinist Aaron Weinstein --yes, we were scratching our heads, too -- was top-heavy with handsome young men (veteran pianist/chanteuse Daryl Sherman, one of the few female performers, joked about being surrounded by so many hot guys). The standout among these lads was the likably manic <b>Liam Forde</b>, who closed the show with a razzle-dazzle version of Johnny Mercer and Richard Whiting's "Have You Got Any Castles, Baby?" and was joined by equally young and enthusiastic friends for a rousing tribute to Kay Thompson. Two hot, young Broadway composers, <b>Steven Lutvak </b>(<i>A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder</i>) and <b>Jason Robert Brown </b>(<i>The Bridges of Madison County</i>) were decided crowd pleasers, the former slaying with the wonderful comedy number "The Dinner Party" (aka, "We Were Bagel Makers to the Czar") and the latter giving a delightful preview of the opening number of his upcoming show, <i>Honeymoon in Vegas</i>, which shook the room with retro-Rat Pack swagger.</div>
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That being said, the true standouts of the lengthy evening were the legends and the classicists. The Grande Dame of the Cabaret Piano, ever-elegant <b>Barbara Carroll</b>,<b> </b>strode out onto the stage as if she owned it, played a beautiful arrangement of Bernstein's "Lonely Town," and then switched moods and tempos effortlessly as she accompanied herself and sang a deliciously husky, near-parlando "Who Cares?" by the Gershwins. <b>Charles Cochran</b>, a fixture on the scene since the 1960's, gave one of the evening's finest and most sensitive performances, imbuing "You Stepped Out of a Dream" (introduced by Tony Martin in the 1941 film, <i>Ziegfeld Girl</i>) and Vernon Duke's flawless "Autumn in New York" with a worldly -- but never world-weary -- elegance which transported us to a dimly lit, chic little boîte, perhaps downtown, perhaps on West 52nd St., where we would listen to such sophisticated tunes over "cocktails for two." One of the last rooms in town which can compare to those bygone days is Bemelman's Bar at the Carlyle; their current pianist, <b>Loston Harris</b>, treated us to beautifully smooth renditions of "How About You?" and "I'm Old Fashioned" in a fine example of the kind of elegant singing and playing he purveys within those plush walls. </div>
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That same elegant atmosphere was beautifully conjured by <b>Alex Leonard</b>, a young man heretofore unknown to us, who performed a wonderfully evocative self-penned number appropriately titled "Intimate Nights," inspired by the terrific book of the same name by James Gavin. The dapper, mustachioed (as per the New York <i>Times</i>) <b>Eric Yves Garcia </b>is another standard-bearer in both senses of the word, carrying the torch for the Great American Songbook and all of the class and elegance its presentation deserves. Garcia opened his set with a fantastic, swinging rendition of "Lose That Long Face" from <i>A Star is Born </i>(1954), and is perhaps the only male performer we can think of who is able to perform a Judy Garland number without seeming, at best, arch. It was an inspired and entertaining choice. And, like Mr. Leonard, proving that the Great American Songwriting tradition has not completely died out, Garcia proceeded to introduce a brand new entry into the "saloon song" genre called "For Losers Only," written by Billy Carlucci and Ray Errol Fox. It was a masterful performance of a remarkable song -- remarkable in that it never sounded like a contrived pastiche of the material which obviously inspired it (Sinatra's "Only the Lonely," Tormé's "Welcome to the Club," Denis' "Angel Eyes," et al.); masterful in the depth of feeling in Garcia's extraordinarily mature delivery of the lyric. Our vote for the best vocal performance of the night.</div>
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The second night of the convention was a very special occasion: the 90th birthday of the undisputed Queen of Cabaret, the indestructible Miss <b>Julie Wilson</b>. As she watched from her seat of honor, La Wilson was feted by an eclectic parade of performers, ranging from veterans like <b>Christine Andreas </b>and <b>Ann Hampton Callaway </b>(who demonstrated her lightning-quick wit and sharp mind by making up lyrics on the spot for a tribute song to Julie, based on recommended words shouted out from the audience) to current Broadway talent like <i>Chicago</i>'s <b>Amra-Faye Wright</b> and <b>T. Oliver Reid </b>of the criminally-shuttered <i>After Midnight</i>. A new crop of cabaret artists was well-represented, of course, most compellingly by sultry, siren-ish <b>Shana Farr</b>, performing a sizzling version of Porter's "My Heart Belongs to Daddy" in a come-hither fashion of which Julie most surely approved; and <b>Corinna Sowers Adler</b>, who did a bang-up job on Victor Herbert's delightfully demented "Art is Calling for Me (The Prima Donna Song)." Speaking of delightfully demented, the endearingly unhinged <b>Wayne Hosford </b>was rip-roaringly funny as he tore through a completely insane medley comprised of snippets of 40-plus tunes with women's names in the title, including, of course, Julie's. </div>
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<b>Carol Woods</b>, a protégée and friend of the late, great Margaret Whiting, closed the celebration with the bawdy "Don't Ask a Lady" and the oft-performed, but always effective "Here's to Life," demonstrating the communicative and interpretive skills she learned from her mentor. And<b> </b>on a program designed to celebrate a legend, the marvelous <b>Marilyn Maye</b>, as has become custom, demonstrated her<i> own</i> legendary status as she took to the stage and took no prisoners. La Maye's rendition of "I'm Still Here," also strongly connected with Julie Wilson, earlier brought down the house and earned a standing ovation at Carnegie Hall on the occasion of Stephen Sondheim's 80's birthday; she repeated the same trick on Julie's 90th, earning the only standing ovation of the night. And yet, throughout, Maye still managed to keep the focus squarely on the evening's honoree: grandeur and graciousness, all in one magnificent package.</div>
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If the opening night of the convention was a boys' club, then the third night, "Something Sort of Grandish" -- showcasing the music, together and separately, of composer Burton Lane and lyricist Yip Harburg -- was definitely ladies' night. Beginning with the ebullient <b>Gabrielle Stravelli</b>, who opened the show with a full-throated, and never-imitative "I Could Go On Singing" (the title song to Judy Garland's final film) before segueing to a beguilingly sexy "Old Devil Moon" from <i>Finian's Rainbow</i>, the evening was chock-full of glorious vocals from the distaff side, both veteran and fledgling. On the latter side of the ledger, <b>Jennifer Sheehan </b>combined girl-next-door youthfulness with Rita Hayworth-esque glamour; her voice was exquisite on both "Here's to Your Illusions" (a near-forgotten gem introduced by Barbara Cook in 1951's <i>Flahooley</i>) and the classic "Look to the Rainbow." It was no wonder that she was presented with the evening's Donald J. Smith Award, and surely no one was more deserving.</div>
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Continuing to wave the banner for the female voice divine, <b>Christine Andreas </b>made an unannounced appearance and gave possibly the best, most personal performance we've ever heard emerge from her throat: "What Did I Have That I Don't Have" from <i>On a Clear Day</i>. It was a complete surprise to see and hear her so unvarnished and raw. On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, but no less effective, the unflappably regal <b>Karen Akers </b>and <b>Iris Williams </b>(OBE, if you please) wove hypnotic spells with their performances. Akers cleverly interpolated "It's Time for a Love Song" with a wry, knowing "Fun to Be Fooled," while Williams serenely transported us from a nippy autumn in New York to "April in Paris." And, lest you think that the men were completely underrepresented, the always delightful, always wonderful <b>Billy Stritch </b>opened the Second Act with a slam-bang "Hurry! It's Lovely Up Here," and then was joined by his partner in song and crime, <b>Jim Caruso</b>, who performed his signature, slowed-down take on "If I Only Had a Brain" from <i>The Wizard of Oz. </i>Also ably representing the Y chromosome was the eternally boyish <b>Jeff Harnar </b>(co-host of the evening, along with Andrea Marcovicci), who tore up one of our favorite barnstorming Sixties musical showstoppers, "Come Back to Me." But it was a lady on the stage who appropriately brought the show to its exultant close: <b>Natalie Douglas</b>, who performed a meltingly beautiful "Happiness is Just a Thing Called Joe," rang the rafters with "Satan's Li'l Lamb," and then led the entire cast and audience in a singalong of, appropriately enough, "Over the Rainbow."</div>
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So there you have it, darlings, our personal highlights of three nights filled with fabulous song, beautiful people (see above), and lots of fun and laughter. Thank you, <a href="http://www.mabelmercer.org/" target="_blank">Mabel Mercer Foundation</a>, for 25 years of promotion, preservation, and perseverance, all in the name of that most quintessentially New York of art forms, cabaret. </div>
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