Ginger ale and drag queens - my Priscilla adventure!

                 Oh my God.  I am so crazy behind on my blogging.  I’m blogging mid-June about a show I saw in mid-May.  It’s a problem.  I don’t even have a good excuse.  The real, true, honest reason for my lapse in blogging is that I’ve been hopelessly addicted to Criminal Minds and I’ve been spending all my free time watching it.  That was embarrassing to admit, but now that it’s out in the open, I can get to what I really want to write about – Priscilla Queen of the Desert on Broadway.  This was the fifth show that my parents and I saw on our seven-show Broadway extravaganza, and it was amazing!

                Our seats at the beautiful Palace Theatre were in the front row of the mezzanine, and they were perfect seats.  The view was marvelous – I highly recommend those seats to anyone in the position to be picky about seat location.  When I got to my seat, I was really just glad to be there.  Earlier in the day, my dad and I got the brilliant idea to walk from our hotel on 55^th and 7^th all the way to the Lower East Side Tenement Museum, many many blocks away.  It was a gross rainy day, and I happened to eat some noodles that didn’t agree with me, and we had to leave our tour early and hail a cab back to the hotel.  I wish I could have seen the rest of the tour of that awesome museum – something for my next trip to NYC.  Anyway, I got back to the hotel, loaded up on ibuprofen and pepto, drank my weight in ginger ale, and was feeling well enough to go to Priscilla.  I got some ginger ale in a Priscilla cup from the bar, and took my seat.  On that note, drinks and snacks at the Palace were a more reasonable price than some Broadway theaters.

                The show got underway and I was instantly in awe of the sheer glitz and fabulosity.  The men were gorgeous, the costumes were beautiful, and the music was uplifting.  My mom, in particular, was a huge fan.  During the curtain call, she was dancing and singing along.  My dad, who is extremely cool for a sixty-something straight man, who wasn’t for a second fazed when I told him we were seeing a show about three drag queens, enjoyed it, but I think he would have rather done without the foreskin humor and ping pong ball tricks.  Yet, all three of us agreed that the storyline of Tick and his son Benji was super touching, and we love it.  I also broke into tears when Nick Adams’s character Adam/Felicia cries on Bernadette’s (Tony Sheldon) shoulder.  Speaking of the actors – they were phenomenal!  I had seen Will Swenson in Hair, and it was really cool to see him doing equally good work in a very different kind of show.  Nick Adams absolutely rocked – and I especially enjoyed the fact that a high percentage of his costumes are, well, butt-less.  And Tony Sheldon was exquisite – so believable as a woman.  The entire cast, especially the hard-working ensemble, was phenomenal.

                Overall, I loved the show’s wonderful message of acceptance and being who you are, but I love even more that the message was delivered through high-energy disco numbers, brightly colored sets and costumes, and amazing talent.  I’ve been listening to the cast album a lot since seeing the show – my favorite track is “Color My World” – it’s so addicting!

                I was disappointed that I couldn’t go to the stage door after the performance, because I was still fighting off the nasty noodle-induced stomach bug, and had to get home for more ginger ale and a good night’s sleep – I guess I will just have to come back to New York, avoid sketchy restaurants, and see Priscilla again.  Who’s with me?

Hot damn and gumbo! Two awesome days of Catch Me If You Can!

                On the Thursday of my family’s week-long NYC/Broadway extravaganza, we spent the morning being tourists.  We went to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.  On the ferry boat, I kept singing Ragtime.  I don’t think my parents or any of the other passengers were super pleased to hear me in the deepest voice I could muster, “one going from, one coming to, Americaaaaaaaaaaa.”  But that’s beside the point.  The real excitement on Thursday was in the evening, when we saw Catch Me If You Can at the Neil Simon Theatre.  However, our Catch Me adventure actually started the day before, right in the middle of Times Square.

                On Wednesday, shortly before noon, my parents and I entered the Times Square Visitor Center for the weekly recording of Seth Rudetsky’s Sirius XM Satellite Radio Show, Live on Broadway.  The guests that day were Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, who wrote the music and lyrics for Catch Me If You Can, and Aaron Tveit, who, of course, plays Frank Abagnale, Jr.  There were perhaps fifty or so people there (being noon on a work day and all), and we found seats about five rows back.  We were so close, and it was very exciting.

                So, Seth chatted with Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman about writing the show and what that experience was like.  It was really cool to hear songwriters discuss their craft, especially since, although I love music, there’s no bone in my body with the ability to sing on key.  It was awesome to hear about making music from people who are really good at it.  Then, Aaron Tveit sang two songs.  It was great to have him singing those songs in a smaller venue.  One of the songs, it seemed like he was singing right to me – either because he was looking at about the middle of the audience, where I happened to be, or because he secretly loves me.  Okay, I’m kidding.  Unless he really does love me, in which case I’m not.  Seth tried to convince him to do “Seven Wonders” authentically, like it is in the show – in his underwear.  Unfortunately, he said no, but the performance was amazing nonetheless.  He is a really talented performer, and it was a privilege to hear him sing in that venue.  If you’re ever free in NYC on a Wednesday, head down to the Times Square Visitors center at noon – they do the show each week, always with exciting guests.  It was so fun.  Seth is so funny!  My parents even enjoyed themselves, and they’re not even close to as theater-obsessed as I am.  And, for a short time, the visitor center is home to a Tony Awards mini-museum with costumes from Broadway shows and other fun stuff.

                Cut to Thursday night, when we saw the show for real.  Our seats were in the center orchestra on the aisle, near the back of the house.  The seats on the aisle turned out to be extra awesome because Aaron Tveit and Norbert Leo Butz ran down the aisle, right by us, a few times.

                We absolutely loved the show!  The score was absolutely swingin’, the acting was phenomenal, the singing blew me away, and the dancing was down-right cool.  I have been listening to the cast recording ever since I got home.  I’m particularly enamored with Norbert Leo Butz singing “Don’t Break the Rules.”  I can’t get enough.  The choreography was amazing – kudos to Jerry Mitchell and the entire ensemble of amazing dancers.  I’ll admit that I’m a tad obsessed with Diary of a Chorus Girl, so it was fun to see their rehearsals chronicled and then see the finished product.

                After the show, my parents headed back to our hotel, and I waited at the stage door.  I must say, this is one of my top two stage door experiences ever (the other being during a blizzard at the In the Heights).  Almost the entire cast came out to meet fans, including all the principals.  It was so fun to tell them how much I love the show.  I got to tell Tom Wopat that when I was a kid, my dad took me to the Kennedy Center to see him in Annie Get Your Gun with Bernadette Peters, and that it was that show that started me on this crazy journey of musical theater obsession.  I got to get my picture taken with arguably Broadway’s number-one heartthrob.  I got to chat with other fans and gush with them about the people we were meeting.  The entire cast was so gracious and so friendly and just seemed to genuinely grateful to their fans and eager to be there, at the stage door, meeting them and signing autographs for them.  It was such a delight.  Even if you don’t regularly frequent the stage door, I urge you to head that way when you see Catch Me if You Can.

Memphis is a wonderfully soulful way to end a two-show day

                Wednesday on Broadway is a two-show day.  So, naturally, I saw two shows.  After a wonderful matinee of Anything Goes, my parents and I headed to the Shubert Theatre to see Memphis, which was my mom’s top pick for our week of Broadway.  In retrospect, I realize that it’s the only show we saw the whole week that wasn’t part of this year’s Tony season, having won the 2010 Tony Award for best musical.

                The seats at the Shubert were extremely comfortable – perhaps the most comfortable all week, and our particular seats were on the aisle in the center orchestra section, about twenty rows back, under the mezzanine overhang.  They were awesome seats and we had a great view of the stage!

                My parents, being the baby-boomers that they are, grew up listening to music a lot like that in Memphis.  And so did I.  It was wonderful to hear original songs which are so reminiscent of the jubilant rock and roll of the mid-twentieth century.  The music was fun and meaningful, and they sang it so well.  It’s definitely a good thing that the Shubert Theatre is well-constructed, or Montego Glover may well have blown the roof off the place.  My mom loved Montego as well, saying that she was way too beautiful to fall in love with someone who has a receding hairline and stooped walk.  Love is blind, mom!

                My father enjoyed the show a lot, especially the music, but he says he was quite distracted by Chad Kimball’s “Huey voice” and bent knees.  While I guess I see where my dad’s coming from here, I think those distinctive attributes are important to the character.  The way I see it, it’s important that we don’t see Huey as a smooth, suave white guy coming in to take advantage of the awesome musical talent on Beale Street.  It’s important that we recognize that, although he is white, he’s far from privileged.  Although there are scenes which indicate as much, I thought it was good that he stood out from the crowd for reasons other than race.  The music of Felicia and the other black musicians in Memphis appeals to him because he is also different.  That’s not to say his experiences are the same or even comparable, but it’s important to remember that Huey is different, too.   I don’t know if any of that made sense, but I’m going to roll with it.

                My hat-tip of the night has to go to the character of Bobby for his awesome big-dude dancing and general amazing-ness.  And I’d also like to thank the folks who threw away their expensive re-usable cups.  As my parents and I were leaving the theater, we notice two such logo-emblazoned cups (lids and all) sitting inside an otherwise-empty wastepaper basket.  In my world, that’s a free souvenir.  Of course, I sent them on a trip through the dishwasher, and now I have an awesome, useful souvenir! 

Now, I’m very curious to see the national touring company of Memphis, which will be making its way to Durham this upcoming season.  I’m always eager to see how an entirely different cast interprets a show, but I’m also interested in some of the technical aspects of the show.  In The Lion King, the tour can’t have Pride Rock come out of the ground.  The same is also true for the kitchen/bedroom set in Billy Elliot.  I really loved the Broadway set of Memphis, with the columns large enough to hold dancing teenagers, the people walking on the street level above the club, and the radio booth coming out of the ground.  It will be interesting to see how those scenic elements are handled when the set has to move from theater to theater.