Kate Baldwin, “The Miller’s Son”, Wall to Wall Sondheim.
I love this song both for its flirtatiousness and its overall message: grab life by the horns! Enjoy things when you’re in a position to do so!
I think a little hedonism is far from a bad thing, and sometimes I wish I were more like Petra (the character who sings this in A Little Night Music). Kate Baldwin, being Kate Baldwin, sings the song fabulously.
So thinking about IRON CURTAIN (as per my previous post) led me to another Pete Mills show, THE FLOOD, for which he wrote music and lyrics. This link will take you to THE FLOOD’s page on Mills’ website where you can hear 3 priceless tracks: “Highway Miles” performed by Gavin Creel, “It’s Amazing the Things that Float” performed by Kate Baldwin (which very well may be the most beautiful thing you hear today, absolutely flawless) and “Runways” performed by Creel and Jen Blood. I cannot impart upon you how imperative it is you listen to these tracks.
This is a most delightful song called “Missing” from the new musical IRON CURTAIN. This is a show that, in it’s year of development, keeps popping up in my life. I’ve currently been helping coordinate auditions for a new production of it, and whenever anyone sang a cut of this I would find myself disappointed that the 32-bar audition cut ended.
The show, set in the 1950s, is about 2 hapless American musical theater writers who are kidnapped by the KGB to write propaganda musicals in Soviet Russia. This song is sung by Shirley, the longtime girlfriend of curmudgeon composer. Music is by Stephen Weiner, and the (perfect) lyric is by Pete Mills. It’s performed by Maria Couch.
In today’s mail we received: A letter from the Russell Gardens Association detailing changes to the Pool Facility Rules effective 8/1/11
It is very unusual for the rules to change in the middle of the season, but typical of the dictatorial attitude of this organization. The new rules increase the guest fees to $5.00 on weekdays and $10.00 on weekends. The old fees were $3.00 ages 5-13 and $4.00 age 14 and above at all times. This is in addition to the 7.3% increase for this year’s Association maintenance fee. A guest is now defined as a natural person over age 2 who is not a resident. As opposed to what, an unnatural person? It would have been nice if these proposed changes were publicized ahead of time so that the entire community could have had input, but that is not the way they operate.
I think it’s impossible for theater-lovers of my age not to have a huge place in our hearts for Lea Salonga. The back-to-back successes of Miss Saigon and Aladdin coming during my formative years (Saigon when I was in Junior High, Aladdin my freshman year of High School) made her one of my first diva obsessions. And yet to call Salonga a diva feels so false, since every performance or interview she’s ever given reveal her to be a hardworking actress of incredible talent paired with incredible humility.
Because she hasn’t been on Broadway lately, I’ll admit to letting my passion for her voice die down a bit. Sure, I spent $25 for an imported copy of the cast album from the international tour of Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella that she headlined. But it wasn’t until I started trolling YouTube for material to share on Fuck Yeah Stephen Sondheim that I came across some really fantastic concert footage of Lea that I realized what I’d been missing. As great as she is embodying heroines both comic and tragic on the musical theater stage, Lea’s equally delightful telling stories and singing the songs that she loves.
So it was a happy surprise to discover that one of her recent (March, 2010) club dates was recorded for an album, The Journey So Far, now out on LML Music. I had recently asked the folks at LML if they’d send me some music to feature on Fuck Yeah Stephen Sondheim, and Lea’s album was part of their shipment. Her rendition of “Something’s Coming” will appear there later this week. But I am so taken with the album that I wanted to gush a little more here — and share this great medley of two of my favorite songs from the long-overdue-for-a-revival They’re Playing Our Song.
This track gives you a pretty good sense of the album as a whole. The four-piece band sounds fuller than their numbers imply as they ably support Lea, who sounds as youthful as she did in the late 80’s when she first burst on the scene. She has such a skill at interpreting songs that it’s tempting to call her style effortless, but that would be an unfair slight to the incredible craft on display. The album preserves just enough of her patter to have a sense of her charm without getting annoying on repeated listenings.
It’s high time for Lea to be back on Broadway. If all goes well, she should be in the 2012-2013 season with Allegiance. But in the meantime, I hope she continues performing in concert venues and clubs… ideally somewhere near me!
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This is a terrible thing to read (alone) at 4am on a Saturday Night.
All this talk of Amy Winehouse’s passing—and her inclusion in the “27 Club” consisting of famous rock stars who died in their 27th year on earth—has prompted me to think (and thus share) how I possibly, narrowly, avoided a similar fate.
Now I’m not a rock star, even in my own mind, and I don’t do hard drugs, but I used to drink…A LOT. Like typical college binge drinking…but 7 nights a week, for about 9 years. This past fall (while I was age 27), I was out with a few friends, rip-roaringly drunk as usual and next thing I know I’m waking up in a strange, unfamiliar room. It’s about 1:30am and I come to find out I’m in a hospital in lower Manhattan. When I find I nurse she tells me that I’m fine—I had just had too much to drink, needed to sleep it off and am cleared for release. I call the friends I was hanging out with and they say they walked me to the train station a little after 11, and that I was conscious and whatnot (though, unbeknownst to them, blacked out). I was in a state they had seen me in every time we hung out—drunk beyond the point of any mental awareness—so how could they imagine that I’d end up in a hospital an hour later? A few weeks later I got a bill for an ambulance ride from the 2nd Ave F train to the hospital, but I still have no idea who called for the ambulance or what state I was in that prompted such action. But every possible scenario is horrifying, and I feel like I truly owe my life to some incredibly benevolent stranger(s). I woke up the next morning feeling incredibly lucky and blessed (I didn’t even lose my wallet) and vowed to myself (and, via email, my best friend) that I would never drink again, a promise I have so far kept.
I guess the point of writing this and sharing with a group of mostly strangers is to say that I can see how easy it would be to lose a battle with addiction, that one doesn’t have to be a rockstar or heroine user. And 28 is looking pretty good.
FASHION ON ICE STARRING ARETHA FRANKLIN Saturday, September 24 7:00pmPRE-SALE OFFER STARTS MONDAY
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I just watched THE LITTLE FOXES. This was the best part:
I can’t tell if we’re supposed to think this is absurd or not. My guess is no. But I did like David (the slapper and a character created for the movie to be hot and charming and fall in love with Alexandra). In general I thought the movie was an excellent adaption of the play.
In the twilight of a recent cast party, those holding down the fort were listening to some Barbra on vinyl (this was before I got this mix and was still very ignorant of all things Barbra). Though I may not have been familiar with Ms Steisand’s albums, I was QUITE familiar with—and fond of—GREENWILLOW and I lost my shit when this came on. I believe I actually stopped all conversation and asked “wait, am I really listening to Barbra Streisand sing ‘Never Will I Marry” right now?” ”Yes Donald. Yes, you are.”
That being said, I would prefer a rendition of “Summertime Love” ;)