Lucky me… I have a friend who gets invited to the theater for reviewing purposes. I'm speaking of the forever-fabulous Michael Musto.
Musty (which is a nickname, not a descriptive) is so damned modest, he actually APOLOGIZES when he's JUST inviting you to a preview, as opposed to a full-out Broadway premier! As if I care! Sure, big splashy Broadway opening nights are fun, but only because there's lots of food and drink and the eventual nail-biting edge-of-your-seat moment when, after everyone is good and drunk, someone returns with the reviews:
VICTORY! DEFEAT! HAPPY! SAD! :) :(
As a consolation prize, because I was too late in requesting that I be Musto's armcandy for "Spamalot" (another pal had reserved about a year ahead for this), I was extended a choice of invites: Two revivals and "Doubt".
One revival was "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?". It ... Read More
Oh, believe me, I KNOW what you think when you hear the term “Cabaret”: “Friends of Liza” sitting daintily on tiny chairs at tiny tables, effusively braying over the umpteenth rendition of a Standard (meaning: any piece of popular music written before the last century's mid-point or a Broadway showstopper) as interpreted by someone you vaguely remember from your parents' record collection or a long-ago TV variety show. And the cost! Why not just forget the whole thing and visit your local Drag Club (at least They are in on the joke) or Piano Bar (being in New York, the caliber of singer frequenting these oft-maligned establishments makes “American Idol” seem so pathetically Podunk)?
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