Category Archives: Music

Stomach this

What’s that I hear going bump in the night?

Could it be all the goodwill surrounding Beyonce’s pregnancy?

The headline of this year’s MTV Video Music Awards was the announcement of the impending arrival of the superstar coupling of Beyonce and Jay-Z.  Her red carpet gown and the teeny tiny tuxedo she later wore on stage were both tailored to put her baby bump on full display.

Cue the oohs and ahhs.

But photos taken only one week prior to the event reveal a very different mother-to-be, her flat stomach barely showing at all…as you might expect from someone who’s only two months along.

So why would Beyonce fake it?

Some say she wanted to announce the pregnancy at the awards show, and a cute, rounded bump garners more attention than no tummy at all.  Poor baby — it isn’t even born yet, and Beyonce is already using implants to make it appear more ‘perfect.’

Did she forget the paparazzi follows her and photographs her 24/7?  Someone was bound to notice her stomach’s way-too-sudden eruption.

Perhaps I bought into her PR machine, but I thought Beyonce was more genuine than that.

Guess I expected better.

Will-a-Mania

August 15th is a big day in music history.

  • 1969: The Woodstock Music Festival opens.
  • 1965: The Beatles play Shea Stadium.
  • 1935: Will Rogers and Wiley Post die when their plane crashes after take-off in Barrow, Alaska.

Now, you might not put Will Rogers in the same music sphere as the Beatles, but for a Broadway fan, The Will Rogers Follies — winner of the 1991 Tony Award for Best Musical — is a pretty big deal.

Prior to that show, Will Rogers was just a name in the history books to me.  Once a year or so in movie theatres, I did see cans passed to raise money for the Will Rogers Institute, which funds medical research in asthma, tuberculosis and pulmonary diseases….but that was the extent of my knowledge.

Keith Carradine’s portrayal brought Rogers to life — his years in vaudeville and radio, his common sense approach to life, his wife, his politics and witticisms, and his love and support for the then fledgling aviation industry.

I used to listen to the musical’s soundtrack in my car driving back and forth to work…back when I had a car and actually worked in an office.  It has amazing energy and lyrics — perfect ‘pick-me-up’ music.

Who needs a car?  I’m gonna listen to Will today.

It is August 15th.

Spoiler

How quickly glee can turn into gloom.

Cameron left The Glee Project last night.  Voluntarily.

Even after Ryan Murphy, the show’s creator, met with him one-on-one and asked him to stay.  Told him he could go all the way and win the competition.  That they really wanted to write a role for him on Glee.

Cameron? He just wanted to go home.

I am so bummed.

But if reality shows have taught me anything, it’s that I shouldn’t believe what I am seeing.

While I do think Cameron’s reasons for leaving the show are sincere — especially his clash with directors regarding acting choices he refused to make — I have to wonder if he was later convinced to use his dilemma to add drama to the competition.

A change of heart and surprise reappearance at the eleventh hour would make great reality show fodder.  And Cameron on Glee?

Heck, I cast him weeks ago.

One day more

Happy Birthday, Jean Valjean.

Not the character in Victor Hugo’s novel Les Miserables — the Jean Valjean that I have most often seen on stage, actor Colm Wilkinson.

He turns 67 today.

Colm originated the role of Jean Valjean in London’s West End and again on Broadway.

When the show transferred to New York City in 1987, Actors’ Equity wouldn’t allow Wilkinson to play the role because he wasn’t American.  So producer Cameron Mackintosh refused to open the show.

Luckily for all of us, Actors’ Equity quickly changed their minds.

Les Mis is one of the reasons I love Broadway today. I’ve seen the show an unprecedented 13 times, most recently a couple of years ago at an anniversary performance here in New York City.

The theatre was smaller, and the show scaled down from its original glory.  But the story was just as moving, the music still thrilled.  And as I sang each word, albeit under my breath…

I could hear Colm Wilkinson singing.

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

He is young
He’s afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.

Timeout

I’ve spent a lot of time in the Dallas Fort Worth Airport over the years.

If I’m waiting for my flight home, you’ll most often find me — depending on my departure terminal — in Chili’s or Friday’s or near the closest electrical outlet.

Today my sister Lou and I killed a couple of hours in the Cowtown Bar in Terminal A.  And I’m pretty sure…

It’s a portal back in time.

It started with the waiter, Adam.  He was a very nice, attentive guy, don’t get me wrong.  But Adam was sporting a hairdo circa The Wedding Singer.

Let’s just say, it caught the eye.

The music mix also took us back.  “Last Kiss” started playing — “Last Kiss!”  I remember a group called Wednesday made a version of that song popular in 1974.  It has literally been a decade since I’ve heard that song.

This was followed by other hits from long ago.  I felt like I had fallen into a time warp.

Then a couple came into the restaurant with their three-year old daughter.  She was the spitting image of actress Abigail Breslin (Little Miss Sunshine, No Reservations, Nim’s Island).  I decided it was her.

Which convinced me — we had traveled back in time.

Tragically, I didn’t look any younger.

Deja who?

I did it.  I missed the whole thing.

I did not watch a single moment of this season’s American Idol.

I’ll admit it — I walked away when Simon Cowell did.  I didn’t see a need for the show to continue.  And when I heard who they hired to replace him, I didn’t feel any differently.

Now, friends have told me I screwed up.  That this was the most talented group of contestants yet.  That it was refreshing to watch a show where the judges strived to create a supportive environment. (But some have said it was all a bit too nicey-nice as well.)

But I was still a little curious this morning about who won.  So I took a look.

Good lord — it’s Clay Aiken.

I didn’t miss a thing after all.

Lip service

At first, I attributed the phenomenon to DVR-itis.

I was out Thursday night, and Friday was playing catchup on the NBC comedy lineup.  Even fast-forwarding through the commercials, it seemed like promos for The Voice were on every break.  So I started paying closer attention…

They were on every break.

And pretty much the same one, too…where Adam Levine says “I have to work with you,” and Christina Aguilera throws her arms up in the air and dances around in her big Star Trek captain’s chair.

By the time I finished 30 Rock, it wasn’t a promo anymore — it was torture.  I was ready to talk…about anything.

[A 30 Rock writer even tweeted an apology for The Voice promo overload, but quickly deleted it.  Job security, much?]

Now I read that Saturday Night Live* is being delayed tonight for a full two minutes to give the audience “an early look” at the new singing competition.  Granted, SNL is a rerun this week, but…

COME ON!

There is a fine line between promotion and saturation, and NBC — you crossed it last Tuesday!  I know you guys are excited to have anything new to crow about, but leave the audience wanting more, ya know?

At the rate you’re going, the audience is just gonna leave.

What’s left of ‘em.

NBC delayed Tonight Show with Jay Leno Thursday by an astounding 12 minutes to promote The Voice.  While in theory this practice is beyond egregious, I feel in this extremely rare case, NBC did viewers a favor. 

Sinister strings

Vampires.  Werewolves.  Zombies.  They are all over television and film these days.

(Hey, I’m not complaining.)

But have you encountered…The Violin Monster????

I have.  He was playing in the subway yesterday afternoon.

Now, it’s not that unusual to see musicians playing for change on the train platform.  But a guy wearing a monster mask playing the violin?

It caught my eye.

He is a smart Violin Monster, too.  Next to his open violin case — where the money was piling up — he had a sign advertising his website, ViolinMonster.com. It’s a fun read.  The writing is straightforward and hilarious in spots.  I recommend it.

And if you’re headed to New York City this spring, I hope you get to see the Violin Monster.

Heck, he might have his own reality show by then!

Friday Concert Series

Today I’m doing background work on an American Express commercial.

We’re shooting a faux concert at a theatre in New Jersey, so there are a lot of us.  After the numbers reach a certain level, it’s more about crowd control than acting.

So, to entertain myself, I decided to adopt a different personality for the day.  None of these folks know me, so no one will realize the difference, right?

I decided to be shy and introverted…quiet even.  Keep to myself.  Not be the loud one for a change.

I’m not that good of an actor.

Amex shoot

The right thing

Have you seen the new television commercial for Liberty Mutual Insurance?

It’s all part of their Responsibility Project, a place “to think about—and discuss—what it means to do the right thing.”

I’m not sure they set the bar all that high.  I hope I would hold the door for a blind person…or help someone pick up papers being scattered by the wind.   But if seeing that ad inspires a few random acts of kindness, all the better.

It does remind me of a nice guy I met at Madison Square Garden a couple of years ago.

I was in the concession line at Madison Square Garden during intermission at a Barry Manilow concert — that’s right, I said it.  The man was standing in front of me, looking a tad miserable.

I couldn’t resist.  With great enthusiasm I said, “Having a good time?”

He gave me a rueful smile.  “I bought the tickets for my wife for Christmas; she’s having a blast.”

“Well, think about this way,” I said.  “Any time she complains in the future, you can remind her about that great concert you took her to!”

We continued to chat as the line progressed, even discussing our planned purchases.  When he finished his order, he smiled and waved good-bye, and I stepped up to the counter.

“A Diet Coke and some Cracker Jacks, please.”  After my order was ready, I asked for the total.

“Oh, it’s already paid for,” the counter girl said with a smile.  “The gentleman in line in front of you took care of it.”

I hope his wife appreciates him.