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[title of show] closes, or: the night Heidi signed a Playbill "the Jonas Bros. suck ass."

So [title of show] is now over. At 8:30 my time I shed a little tear for Hunter, Jeffy, Susan , and my favorite Nationwide Insurance girl, Heidi. But even though I am incredibly sad, I am extremely happy for the cast and crew. Extremely proud. And I can't wait for the amateur rights to become available.

Here are some overdue pics from my trip to NYC this Summer and my journey to the stage door after a wonderful Monday night performance of [title of show].

This night the Jonas Brothers were right down the street along with a bunch of screaming tweens. Hundreds of them. Screaming. And here were the [tossers]; at most 15 of us, asking the cast to sign our Playbills: "The Jonas Bros. suck ass!"

And Heidi, being the badass she is, did. And she asked for it not to be posted on MySpace. And I promise you Heidi, I will not post that you wrote "the Jonas Bros. suck ass, love Heidi" on a Playbill on MySpace.


























"Did I just pee on myself?" or: the night I met Patti LuPone

Note: No pictures yet. It's been a month and I still have my SD card in my friend's camera. she didn't pose for pics, but I did get some bad snapshots of her signing patrons playbills right next to me. Will post as soon as I can.

So after reading my uber fancy review for Gypsy, I felt a little snooty. So here I am posting some personal thoughts and experiences about my Gypsy night in NYC, Thursday August 14, 2008:

Yes, I got to meet her. Leaving the St. James was a pain in the ass. I blame it on the two (old) ladies that were in front of me trying to walk down the stairs without falling and dying. I was in a rush people!!! Don't you know there is a diva waiting for me to personally swoon over at the stage door?! And if I don't get there before the big crowd, she'll probably never get a chance to meet her disciple. GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY!!

So after promptly trampling over the two hags (I mean that with all due respect and sincerity), I headed straight to the stage door located next to the main entry. There was already a small crowd forming but still room enough for me to fit my big Texas-sized attitude right to the front of the barricade. There was some clawing, some biting, and yes, even some farting (I'm not proud of it, but damn it, don't get in the way of a fanboy and his diva!) It was all very reminiscent of the battle at the barricades a la Les Miserables (minus the expenisve production values and overbearing hand of Makintosh). Me, the handsome and courageous Enjrolas, charging my way through the dogs of the night. Truly inspiring. So after my brief foray into dementia ("Joseph's Turn"), I gathered myself together enough to settle into a calm and cool theater patron. Had Patti seen me at my worse, no doubt she would have called security - you ever seen one of those dogs with rabies, foaming at the mouth? Yeah, that was me. And after my debacle over at the [title of show] stage door on Monday night (yeah, I'll fill you in on that soon enough... stay tuned), I knew I had to present myself in a gentlemanly manner.

I held my playbill and Sharpie marker firmly in my grasp, awaiting for Patti to bust through those doors and present herself in all her divalicious glory. Ha! All you fans with no pens and markers - what, you think Patti has time to stop at the store and by herself a marker to sign your playbills? Puh-leez. I thought ahead and came prepared. I brought MY OWN Sharpie! The rest of y'all would be stuck with non-autographed programs and broken dreams. Bummer for you.

Waving my proud Sharpie around like a sceptor, I, Joseph Gomez, was now king of the stage door. And damn excited.

When Ms. LuPone did come out (my first reaction - I don't remember. I'm guessing I fainted, blacked out from shock, and rewoke in a matter of 5 seconds), the crowd, now flowing into the road and across the street at the Majestic Theater, cheered and hurrahed in elation. Here she was... Patti LuPone. Gracing us mere mortals with her presence. And what a humble presence she was! My first (conscious) thought was, "Wow... she's so tiny." Indeed, Ms. LuPone measures up to my shoulders - in heels. Her stage persona is gi-nor-mous and she seems to tower over the rest of the ensemble. Yet when she walked out of the stage door, she seemed incredibly modest in stature. Low and behold she was modest in personality too.

She started signing playbills on the right side of the barricades (where I was). She HAD HER OWN SHARPIE.

So after getting over my self-indulgent thoughts, I humbled myself and asked if she could sign my playbill... that she had already taken out of my hands.

Say something! Say something!!

My heart was racing, my mind was reeling... there she was - Patti LuPone - a few inches from me and I couldn't muster up anything to say.

"Congratulations!! You should be very proud."

That was it. Those were my first words I ever said to Patti.

"Aw, well thank you," she replied with that signature Patti side-smile.

ME: "I came all the way from Texas to see you. Thank you. Just thank you."

PL: "Wow all the way from Texas. What part?"

OMG - is Patti Lupone striking up a tiny conversation with me??

ME: "Uh, umm - San Antonio and Austin area. South central TX. Small town of New Braunfels."

PL: "Oh, I love Austin. It's lovely down there. I have yet to be in San Antonio, but I've heard wonderful things."

ME: "Oh yeah! It really is great down there. Very different from here. Thank you Ms. LuPone. And again congratulations on a fantastic show!"

PL: "Thank you sweety."

And then she continued down the barricades to sign EVERYONE'S playbill. And I left. A very happy Texas tourist.

No Need for a Gimmick, Gypsy Is Astounding: Broadway Review

Note: My recent trip to New York City allowed me to take in some exquisite shows. Here is my first review from my trip.

Gypsy **** (out of ****)
St. James Theatre
New York, NY


One of my favorite moments in the Broadway revival of Gypsy playing at the St. James Theater comes late in the first act. On stage we have Leigh Ann Larkin and Laura Benanti belting the melodic climax of the wonderful, bittersweet song "If Momma Was Married." In the final measures, both girls downstage center playing to the 4th wall, melodramatically pulsing their outstretched arms in sync with Jule Styne's almost-waltzy rhythms, we notice a quick exchange between the 2 characters. June, almost devastatingly desperate, impulsively grasps the hand of her sister. A subdued and startled Louise glances at the sudden, intimate embrace. Unable to make eye contact with her sister's profile, which is still unflinchingly glaring at the vision in front of her (perhaps a metaphysical condescending apparition of her mother), Louise acknowledges the quiet connection and smiles in acceptance, turning her head once again to that same 4th wall that determined, undistracted June faces (but perhaps to a slightly different vision - a haunting, a fate that she may never escape).


It's a powerful moment, for both characters, and a revelation for the complex relationship they share with one another. It illustrates the almost non-existent bond and relentless connection these two siblings find they have with one another. A moment that is almost missed if strict attention isn't being paid, it provides substantial evidence that the direction under Arthur Laurents is deft, precise, and wise. Detailed to a tee, Arhtur Laurents' staging is an intricate set of paradoxes: at turns both Vaudevillian and method, melodramatic and delicate, visceral and articulate. This is indeed a Gypsy of our times and one of no time: it reaches beyond the scope of past, present, and future to make a production as timeless as the piece itself.

The revelatory direction of Arthur Laurents is just one reason why this revival sparkles. Nay - it doesn't so much sparkle as it does arrive on the Great White Way with such inimitable force and energy. And the same can be said for the unparalleled acting herein present.

Yes, here she is world, the living legend Patti Lupone as Rose. With Lupone you expect a certain gravitas and showmanship that is innately her signature: the seemingly unending lung capacity, the over zealous diction, the nervously fun and dangerous energy of spontaneity, the over-the-top presentation and spectacle of her character portrayal. And she delivers - on all cylinders, full blast. In great voice and aplomb, Lupone clutches the brassiness and confidence of a golden-age matinee idol that is all too-well suited for Mama Rose. Her technical skill in voice lends itself incredibly well to Jule Styne and Stephen Sondheim's catchy, rich melodic score. The music seems custom made for her capabilities as a trained singer and intuitive performer. Had this been all Patti Lupone brought to her long-anticipated portrayal, she would have positioned herself cozily into the pantheon of memorable performances.

However, Ms. LuPone has another agenda. Not content with being a standard Mama Rose, she brings an acutely stylized performance refined with textures of concise and specific characterization, layers of emotional depth and complexity, and undeterred, disciplined focus. For not only is Patti LuPone a platinum-voiced belter, she is a distinguished actress of considerable talent and wisdom that comes from years of hard-working experience. She provides Rose with all the nuanced subtleties never quite afforded to her by the late Ethel Merman (a reportedly flat actress). Avoiding the pitfalls of one-dimensionality and mechanical, cold craftsmanship and technicality, LuPone inhabits her Rose and makes her all at once likable, charming, magnetic, funny, and ferocious, monstrous, discerning, appalling. For once, we understand why Herbie, Louise, June, and the players of her act are not only drawn to her initially, but are willing to stick around and confide in Madame Rose for as long as they do. By supplying just the right amount of vulnerability (watch her firm stance and battle-weary face when she sings of "nothing to hit but the heights" during the always triumphant, now devastating fanaticism of the act one closer "Everything's Coming Up Roses."), and not side-stepping the ugly brutality of criticism (listen to her ice cold delivery and brevity of the word "flat" to cut off June's last note of her happy birthday salute to Louise), Patti LuPone infuses Madame Rose's character arc with tragedy and makes her less pathetic. The victorious rise of Madame Rose and ultimate decline into despair, maybe even psychological instability, shines a luminous, almost Shakespearean, tragic light on Laurents' book and anti-hero... a "pioneer woman without a frontier." And it makes for engaging, electrifying theater.

Had LuPone been the only acting benefit, this would have made for a wonderful Gypsy. But Laurents put as much care into casting his supporting players as he did his star. And by doing so, he has sufficiently given full due to the material and by result has produced the best Gypsy ever. Boyd Gaines as Herbie, Rose's agent and would-be husband, involves us into Herbie's story (never so fully realized than here and by Gaines). His slow-boiling intensity is immensely gratifying, especially when late in the second act he is given the opportunity to express his heartache and disappointment. This moment is delivered with a finesse craftsmanship and is intensely rewarding in its visceral impact.

A truly revelatory Laura Benanti is extraordinary as Louise. Her transformation from meek Louise into powerhouse ecdysiast Gypsy Rose Lee is truly authentic in its depiction. Never before has the transformation been entirely believable, but Benanti provides a deft amount of awkwardness and comic nervousness mixed with rhapsodic anxiety and fear to help the audience believe in the authenticity of the manifestation of Gypsy Rose Lee. She has a gorgeous singing voice, which adds rich and beautiful undertones to "Litte Lamb" previously unheard. One of my favorite aspects of her performance is her changing character voice, especially in song.

Special kudos to Martin Pakledinaz's outstanding costumes which aid tremendously in Loiuse's path. And lest we forget the wonderfully comic and garishly hilarious outfits for Electra, Mazeppa, and Tessie Tura (the outrageously entertaining Marilyn Caskey, Lenora Nemetz, and Alison Fraser). The reinterpretation of the strip done with an older set of women, past their prime, is an indelible imprint on the musical.


Tony Yazbeck makes for a debonair Tulsa, his voice resonating with just enough wide-eyed optimism and innocence to contrast with Leigh Ann Larkin's mind-blowing dark interpretation of Dainty June. Traditionally played more complacent, Larkin's June is a bored, bitter, frustrated, even angry June and it supplies a new angle to all the relationships in the musical. She takes a risk, a big one... and it pays off enormously. She nails it. Not too mention her great skill as a dancer, huge vocal pipes, and wonderful comic timing. This is Leigh Ann Larkin's calling card to the world of Broadway. Expect to see great things from her in the future.

Referring back to that exquisite scene with June and Louise singing "If Momma Was Married:" the song is orchestrated and sung beautifully from a small, almost chamber quality sound (fitting for the prevalent tension and hefty uneasiness between the two characters) and ends incredibly into a cry for desperation. The song ends in operatic scope - almost power-ballad laden; an aria of longing, distant unrealized dreams. For once, June and Louise share the same dream and shout it to the rafters with unified persistence ("Oh momma, get married today!"). Never has the song (and whole score, for that matter) been sung with such intensity and characterization.

Oh, and that glorious onstage 25 piece orchestra! To hear the greatest overture in the musical theatre canon live and full-bodied is an opportunity to savor. Soak it up and let the lush music just wash over. And once again, Arthur Laurents knows when to use that gorgeous orchestra to fully benefit the production in 2 stellar moments of staging during Tulsa's "All I Need Is the Girl" and the finale ultimo "Rose's Turn." Dynamo direction which gave me chills and tears.

The production itself has a modest look and set design by James Youmans which I loved. The simple yet effective design fits with Laurents' Vaudevillian inspired staging. It also helps to emphasize the story and characters and brings them to the centered focus. It's all beautifully realized.

The production is at many times quite moving and awe-inspiring. The closing stage picture is one of eternal words and infinite emotions. The grasp for fading dreams, the disillusion of false confidence, the flickering lights of a soon to be gone era of entertainment. This kind of quality show does not come along very often, and hopefully that last image isn't a sign of a fading musical theatre world. They don't make them like they used to, correct. But thanks to this production, there is now inspiration to those that do make them now to hopefully continue in and contribute to the great American art that it musical theatre. Bravo!

Thoughts on NYC Trip, or: Gray's Papaya indeed has baller hotdogs.


Some thoughts on my recent New York trip… (to be followed by more detailed posts and reviews, I swear!)

  • Internet access is a bitch if you don’t plan ahead.
  • The George Washington Bridge is every bit as beautiful in real life as it’s onstage replica in In the Heights.
  • You can always see actors at the stage door after a show, but if you chill out on 44th Street between Broadway and 8th Avenue around 6:30pm, you’re likely to bump into stage stars before they head into their respective shows… the likes of Whoopi in Xanadu and Laura Benanti in Gypsy were just as exciting to see pre-show as they were post-show.
  • Patti LuPone has no reason to be as generous and appreciative with her time and of her fans as she is. The lady is truly a legend. And all diva-like syndromes would be forgiven in lieu of her masterwork performance as Rose. However, she still manages to sign everyone’s playbill and even strike up a short conversation about south-central Texas with a fanboy who could barely hold back tears. Thank you, Ms. LuPone. Thank you.
  • Boyd Gaines is really tall.
  • [title of show] may be my favorite show right now. But I am intelligent enough to realize that it is not the best that Broadway has to offer. I don’t mean that as a criticism, I mean it as praise for a show that touches my heart and makes me laugh and is a bit fast-food-for-dinner (if not so much doughnuts). I heart it.
  • Even with a mostly new cast, August: Osage County still may be one of the best shows I have ever seen in my life.
  • The fake lamb in Gypsy doesn’t bug me anymore. As a matter of fact, it makes great directorial sense to me. Arthur Laurents’ vaudevillian take on a show-stopping, showbiz-loving show is fascinating to watch. I love to study how the actors on stage perform in a style that demands them to acknowledge that they are on stage without falling into self-referential mockumentary mugging a la [tos]. (Again, not a criticism.)
  • It’s nice to know that the Lyceum Theatre, the St. James Theatre, and the Music Box all have senses of humor when it comes to pre-show curtain warmers like turning off cell phones and unwrapping loud candy.
  • Apparently, Jeff Bowen hurt his ankle the night before I went to see [tos]. What a trooper. I had no idea. I couldn’t even tell.
  • Cheyenne Jackson’s thighs join the Great Wall of China and the fake Dubai islands as one of the few phenomena to be able to be seen from space.
  • A gin and tonic at the Music Box is $10.
  • Late-night subway changes confuse everyone in New York City (even New Yorkers), and not just 3 tourists from Smalltown, Texas.
  • The Jonas Brothers attract very large, shrieky, pre-pubescents in drodes.
  • If you wait, she will come. Thank you, SarahB for the inspiration.
  • There’s so much to do in NYC; make sure to plan ahead.

It's the final countdown!!!

About 32.5 hours until NYC.

Woot woot.
 

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