Archives for January 2005

“‘The so-called conscientiousness of the great majority of painters is nothing but perfection in the art of boring. If it were possible, these fellows would labor with equal care over the backs of their pictures.”

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I just got back from the Algonquin Hotel, where Jessica Molaskey
made her Oak Room debut earlier this evening. She tore the joint up. It was the best debut I’ve seen there since Diana Krall first played the Algonquin eight years ago, and one of the strongest and most polished cabaret sets I’ve ever seen.

Molaskey is a Broadway baby (Crazy for You, Dream) who read the writing on the wall when good parts for old-fashioned musical-comedy actors started drying up in the late Nineties. Instead of cursing the looming darkness, she retrofitted herself as a cabaret singer with the help of her husband, the jazz singer-guitarist John Pizzarelli. She started off by making guest appearances on his New York gigs, and they began to collaborate in the recording studio (they were already writing excellent songs together–she has an enviable knack for witty wordplay). At first she had trouble accustoming herself to the intimate scale of cabaret, a problem she shared with most Broadway performers who’ve tried to make the switch. My guess is that she found it intimidating. But somewhere along the line she figured out how to play to a small, attentive crowd, and the payoff came tonight.

Molaskey’s soft-edged bass-flute voice would be easy on the ears even if she didn’t have such a deft way with words. In fact, she sings like the smart actor she is, making the most of a lyric without ever succumbing to the temptation to make a meal of it. Instead, all is subtlety: a wry smile here, an arched eyebrow there, just enough between-song patter to grease the audience’s wheels, and everywhere an enveloping, inviting warmth that lights up her fetching jolie-laide features and makes them shimmer. As of now, I’d say she’s got the sexy-girl-next-door market sewed up tight. Being the fine songwriter she is, it stands to reason that she really knows how to pick songs, and tonight’s set was a savvy blend of the time-tested (“Make Believe”) and the unexpected (“Stepsisters’ Lament”). Not surprisingly, she likes a good medley: I loved the way she dropped a pinch of “Big Spender” into “Hey, Look Me Over.” As for the duet version of Stephen Sondheim’s “Getting Married Today” and Jon Hendricks’ “Cloudburst” that she sang with husband John, all I can say is…wow. Octuple wow.

For the most part, Pizzarelli stuck to the role of loyal sideman, teaming up with his brother Martin on bass and the superlative Larry Goldings on piano to provide the kind of smooth, swinging, utterly assured support of which most cabaret singers can only dream in vain. A show-stopping entertainer in his own right, he scrupulously refrained from scene-stealing, and it was wonderful to see the pride on his face as he watched his wife sashay through the show without dropping a stitch.

If I sound excited, it’s because the buzz of Molaskey’s debut hasn’t yet worn off. I’m still flying. The good news is that you don’t have to take my word for it, since most of the songs she sang are on her latest CD, Make Believe. Give it a spin. If listening to Make Believe doesn’t make you want to come down to the Oak Room and behold the birth of a new cabaret star, maybe you need to get your batteries charged. Or changed.

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Jessica Molaskey is at the Oak Room of the Algonquin Hotel through Saturday, Jan. 29. The music starts at nine o’clock, with an 11:30 show added on Fridays and Saturdays.

For more information, go here.

I was here yesterday, even if you weren’t. Keep going after you hit today’s almanac entry and you’ll find something very personal and (I hope) worth reading.

I don’t mind admitting that it shook me to receive an e-mail the other day whose return address was NancyLaMott@aol.com. Even though it didn’t really come from beyond the grave, it had something of the same disorienting impact, if only for a moment.

Here’s what it said:

Midder Music Records is thrilled to announce the release of a brand-new Nancy LaMott CD, “Nancy LaMott: Live at Tavern on the Green,” the first new Nancy LaMott release in eight years.

Recorded live at Nancy’s last engagement at Tavern on the Green, just seven weeks before her untimely death, this CD is filled with radiant, joyful, gorgeously sung performances, as well as charming, funny, often touching patter.

Featuring some of your favorite Nancy LaMott standards plus many songs you’ve never heard her sing on CD before, this CD captures, for all time, the magic that was Nancy live.

SPECIAL OFFER!

CD’s don’t hit the stores until February 1, but you can order them online
right now at a special price, by going to nancylamott.com.

Order “Nancy LaMott: Live at Tavern on the Green,” or any of Nancy’s other six CD’s (they’re all being re-released) before February 1, and pay only $13.98 plus shipping and handling (a $3.00 discount).

Offer good until February 1 only.

Nancy’s back at last! SPREAD THE WORD!

Midder Music sent me an advance copy of Live at Tavern on the Green last week. At first I was reluctant to listen to it–afraid, really. I was in the audience when it was taped, in October of 1995, shortly after Nancy told me that the cancer for which she was being treated had spread to her liver. I knew as I watched her perform that she might not live much longer, though I was doing my best not to think about it any more than I could help. She knew, too, and the songs she chose to sing that night would have given her secret away to anyone who was paying attention: “The People That You Never Get to Love.” “Sailin’ On.” “I Didn’t Know What Time It Was.” “The Promise (I’ll Never Say Goodbye).” Not that you would have guessed it from the open-hearted, uninhibited way she sang them, the same way she sang everything, as if there wouldn’t be any more tomorrows. Only this time there really weren’t: I had Thanksgiving dinner with Nancy and her fianc

Note that the Top Fives are all new this morning! Look, ponder, click through, investigate….

“Hence the despotic and all-absorbing power of art, as also its astonishing power of soothing: it frees from every human care, it establishes the artifex, artist or artisan, in a world apart, cloistered, defined and absolute, in which to devote all the strength and intelligence of his manhood to the service of the thing which he is making. This is true of every art; the ennui of living and willing ceases on the threshold of every studio or workshop.”

Jacques Maritain, Art and Scholasticism

Friday again, and I’m in The Wall Street Journal with reviews of two off-Broadway plays, Heather Raffo’s Nine Parts of Desire and No

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