Archives for February 2018

“In a world that operates largely at random, coincidences are to be expected, but any one of them must always be mistrusted.”

Rex Stout, Champagne for One

Here’s my list of recommended Broadway, off-Broadway, and out-of-town shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows favorable reviews (if sometimes qualifiedly so) in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.

BROADWAY:
• The Band’s Visit (musical, PG-13, nearly all shows sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Dear Evan Hansen (musical, PG-13, all shows sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Hamilton (musical, PG-13, Broadway transfer of off-Broadway production, all shows sold out last week, reviewed here)

CLOSING SATURDAY OFF BROADWAY:
• Hindle Wakes (drama, G/PG-13, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY IN WASHINGTON, D.C.:
• The Skin of Our Teeth (tragicomedy, G/PG-13, reviewed here)

In today’s Wall Street Journal “Sightings” column, I pay tribute to the great cabaret singer Wesla Whitfield, who died last Friday. Here’s an excerpt.

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Cabaret singing is among the most satisfyingly intimate of art forms. The Oak Room of the Algonquin Hotel, Manhattan’s most prestigious cabaret room until its closing in 2012, held just 80 people, all of whom sat a heartbeat away from the bandstand to hear the jewels of the Great American Songbook performed by such artists as Karen Akers, Mary Cleere Haran, Diana Krall, Nancy LaMott, Andrea Marcovicci, John Pizzarelli, Sylvia Syms and Julie Wilson. Few were stars—though Ms. Krall became one—but they were treasured by connoisseurs of popular song for their ability to make musical magic in a room not much bigger than a jumbo shoebox. “It’s nice singing in a room this small because I get feedback from the people,” one of them told me midway through a run there. “I know what works—and what doesn’t work. When they’re bored, you can hear them scrunching up their toes in their shoes.”

Wesla Whitfield, who spoke those words to me, died last week at the age of 70 at her home near San Francisco. Like most of her cabaret colleagues, she was unknown to the general public, but she did manage to perform at Carnegie Hall and the White House and be profiled on “CBS Sunday Morning,” and she was for many years an Oak Room regular. I always made time to go hear her whenever and wherever she appeared in New York, for her silvery-voiced singing was everything that cabaret ought to be: playful and sly, daring and free, musically immaculate, unsparingly emotional. While she wasn’t a jazz singer in the ordinary sense of the word, preferring to stick tight to the tunes of the standards that she favored, she knew how to swing and was wholly at ease with the playing of the jazzmen who worked with her. None suited her better than Mike Greensill, her accompanist and husband, a superbly tasteful pianist who loved nothing more than to craft imaginative settings for her vocals.

It was also Mr. Greensill’s job to carry Ms. Whitfield on and offstage, for she was confined to a wheelchair and usually sang her gigs perched on a stool placed in the bend of his piano. One night in 1977, a pair of young muggers shot her in the spine on the streets of San Francisco. They were never caught, and she never walked again. Nor did she repine: It was after the shooting that she blossomed as a musician….

One of Ms. Whitfield’s most striking qualities was her ability to touch the listener without resorting to the hair-tearing overstatement that is the mark of too many cabaret singers. She told her tales of love and loss with an understated straightforwardness that left it to you to plumb the emotions of which she sang….

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Read the whole thing here.

Charles Osgood interviews Wesla Whitfield on CBS Sunday Morning in 1994:

Wesla Whitfield and Mike Greensill perform “Lost in the Stars,” by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson, at the 1996 Easter Seals Telethon:

Rudolf Nureyev’s first solo appearance on American television, dancing variations from Sleeping Beauty and Gayane. This performance was originally telecast by ABC as part of the June 2, 1963 episode of Voice of Firestone:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)

“We look at the dance to impart the sensation of living in an affirmation of life, to energize the spectator into keener awareness of the vigor, the mystery, the humor, the variety, and the wonder of life.”

Martha Graham, “The American Dance”

From 2008:

One of the ways in which I cling to normality in the midst of frenzy is to read something each day that is irrelevant to my proximate concerns. For the past week I’ve been periodically immersed in a book I’ve long wanted to read, Hugh MacLennan’s The Watch That Ends the Night. MacLennan, a Canadian novelist and essayist who died in 1990, is all but unknown in this country….

Read the whole thing here.

“Science is what we understand well enough to explain to a computer. Art is everything else we do.”

Donald Knuth, foreword to Marko Petkovšek, Herbert Wilf and Doron Zeilberger, A=B (courtesy of Debbie Millman)