Category Archives: Music

Wild about Harry

When it comes to Broadway theatre, I’m drawn to the new, the noteworthy and often the ‘not-long-for-this world.’  Revivals of 50 year-old musicals aren’t on my radar.

Two words got me in the theatre last night for a preview performance of How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying:

Daniel Radcliffe

I saw ‘Harry Potter’ make his Broadway debut two years ago in the title role of Equus. My seat was literally on the stage, which made Daniel’s 20+ minute nude scene at the end of the second act a more detailed memory than I would like.

Daniel’s entire performance was brave and brilliant, and I was furious when he wasn’t nominated for a Tony.  But he didn’t sing or dance in the play — and hasn’t in any film role to date — so I was a bit worried for him before the show began last night.

There was no need.

Daniel probably could have charmed his way through the entire show like so many film and TV stars have in Broadway shows past.  But, as in Equus, he did the work.

Harry can really sing! And director Rob Ashford has turned him into quite the dancer in numbers with jaw-dropping choreography.  Even if you don’t give two cents about Daniel Radcliffe or John Larroquette — who is a lot of fun in his Broadway debut, albeit a bit of a fast talker — the show’s clever, clever dance numbers are worth twice the cost of the ticket.

The show is beautiful to look at, too — all art deco in the bright shades of a fruit salad.  And while the outdated subject matter is pure 1961, it has some modern references to Broadway, film and television that are unexpected fun.

The show got two standing ovations during the performance and an ear-splitting one at the final curtain, all well-deserved.

Now, let’s just work on those Tonys…

Once bitten

I have been conflicted about seeing Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark.

Word of mouth on the show has been awful, and the first reviews unforgiving.  The only fan so far?  Glenn Beck.

(Yet another reason not to attend.)

But no one seemingly can deny the spectacle of the show.  So when a ticket became available for last night’s performance — fourth row center and cheap – I couldn’t pass it up.

Now I’m conflicted about what I saw.

The book is bad.   I won’t get much argument on that point.  When a show begins with a four-person Greek chorus — teens writing their own Spiderman comic book — that is your first clue.

Their attempts to explain the meandering action are annoying at best.  Thanks for trying.  It isn’t your fault.  And that ending?  Well, let’s just say, I literally threw up my hands at how they tried to tie up a dangling plot point.

The score by Bono and the Edge consists of a whole bunch of moody Bono ballads — not the most inspiring backdrop for an action-packed Broadway musical.   There was only one song that really got the audience going…and that was the second to the last one in the show.

That’s a long wait, people.

Visually, the show bears the creative stamp of Julie Taymor.   There are elements that are stunning, particularly in her manipulation of perspective.  She takes the audience to the very top of the Manhattan skyline with Spiderman and Green Goblin and again on the plunge to the streets below.

It’s amazing what she both conceived and brought to life on that stage.

But stylistically, the show is inconsistent.  Sets are slick and sophisticated one moment, cartoonish and high school drama club the next.  Did Spiderman really just wrestle a blow-up doll?  On a $65 million budget????

Oh yes, he did.

All that being said, the actors and stunt men who flew Spidey and Green Goblin all over the Foxwoods Theatre did an incredible job.  I feared for my life at every swoop — sometimes mere feet above my head — and was ever grateful for the triple redundant safety measures* now in place.

Who knows?  Perhaps everything you are reading here is a symptom of survivor syndrome.  Because I did survive the greatest flop in Broadway musical theater history.

Now, there’s a reason to see it right there!

*Those measures eliminated Spiderman’s final planned flight of the evening when a safety rope slipped before take-off, the only apparent tech diff of the night.

Split hairs

Regimes falling in the Middle East.  Floods and earthquakes down under.

What’s the reason behind all the unrest?  The Sticky Egg knows.  It all comes down — predictably enough — to a four-letter word.

HAIR

Justin Bieber cut his famous locks earlier this week.  Kept the bangs, ladies — so don’t hyperventilate or anything — but it’s a bit shorter on the sides.

(I don’t see a big difference, but the world press is gasping.  I’m sure all the Beliebers are, too.)

Days later, Jennifer Aniston premiered a new ‘do as well while doing press for her new movie with Adam Sandler,  Just Go With It.

It’s not the old Rachel, but it’s quite a bit shorter than the long locks she’s been sporting for quite some time.

(I like it better long…not that she asked me.)

Two signature hairdo’s — reconfigured and relaunched — in the same week.

Did Hollywood really think the world could handle a change of this magnitude without some serious side effects?  You’d think Justin and Jennifer’s people could have gotten together and discussed this — maybe spaced out the haircuts throughout the year — so the damage could have been avoided or, at the very least, reduced.

Celebrities have to remember:

With great power comes great responsibility.

Perspective

I had my first migraine headache in the first grade.

I thought I was dying.

I got to go home from school early where I laid in a dark room and cried because the pain was excruciating.  I eventually threw up and felt much better.

This cycle repeated itself a couple of times each month.  After a few years, I was put on two different types of medications that I take to this day — one to keep the headaches away, and one to take if I get one (which I still do).

Migraines suck.

I never felt lucky to get them until this week, when I saw the television footage of CBS2 reporter Serene Branson have a ‘complex migraine’ on-air that garbled her speech so badly, viewers thought she had a stroke.

You see, as bad as my headaches are, they are considered ‘common migraines,’ which are characterized by severe, throbbing headache, nausea and sensitivity to light and sound.

Check, check and check.

A ‘complex migraine’ — like Serene experienced during her report — can have neurological symptoms in addition to the headache, including weakness, loss of vision, or difficulty speaking.

Serene received medical attention after her attack, and is back at work and doing fine.

How’s your head?

Manners

Have you seen what’s trending on Twitter?

MEAN-SPIRITED CYNICISM

Seriously.  I check Twitter’s Worldwide Trends each day, and at the top of today’s list was “RIP Mick Jagger.”  I hadn’t heard that the Stones front man had died, so I suspected it was hoax (although it wouldn’t be the first time Twitter was my news source for celebrity death).

I clicked the link to see what folks were saying — yep.  Hoax.  And a whole lot of jabs at Mick Jagger, too.

RIP Mick Jagger“? He isn’t dead, he just looks like he is.

RIP Mick Jagger“? Nice try, twitter, but you can’t kill a zombie.

Just because there’s more meat on a chariot’s whip than on Mick Jagger doesn’t mean he’s dead.

Why would someone trend RIP Mick Jagger? I mean really, he may have looked dead at the Grammys, but he’s very much alive.

Wow.  I’ll bet Mick Jagger feels vindicated, now that all his fans have spoken up in support of his being alive.

A walking dead zombie, of course…but very much alive.  You can’t buy support like that.

At least, I hope not.

Would the tweets have been that much different had he really died?  Would they simply have said they weren’t surprised since he was so old and/or skinny and/or had lived a hard life?

Do we no longer keep any thoughts to ourselves to spare another person’s feelings anymore?  Does a celebrity’s choice to live a public life mean they are stripped of every nicety?

I think not.

Live in peace, Mick Jagger.


Stop the music

There’s an awards show on television tonight that I’m not gonna watch (and not just because I’m on an airplane headed east).  I’m not even recording it.

The Grammy Awards.  Yep — Not. Gonna. Do. It.

I’m sure there will be much spectacle.  Lady GaGa and Adam Lambert are performing, so that’s kinda a given.  But when you’ve only heard of about half of the musical groups — and have no clue what songs they currently sing or what awards they have been nominated to receive — well, you feel like one of those folks who hang out by the buffet table at a party.

LOSER.

I could blame it on circumstances.  I used to be better informed when I had a car and actually listened to the radio.  Then I moved to the Northeast and adopted the walking lifestyle.

So, listen to music on your iPod, Carla.”

It’s a legitimate idea.  But I hate headphones and ear buds — just can’t stand having anything jammed in or around my ears — so music as part of my commute has pretty much disappeared.  And TV is my background noise of choice when I’m working on my laptop.

So this time, The Egg is depending on you — give me the skinny on what goes down at the Grammy’s pre-, during and post-show — complete with your more informed translation.

I may not like headphones, but I’d still like to hear an ear full.

Slow and sure

Did ya hear the news?

Singer Jason Mraz got engaged.  But no sooner did he slip the ring on fellow singer Tristan Prettyman’s finger than he announced:

“We’re not getting married.”

What a kill joy.

Actually, it was a joint decision.  The couple isn’t going to tie the knot until marriage is legal for everyone, namely gay couples.

The two join a growing list of celebrity couples who have made similar ‘we’re waiting until gay couples can marry’ decrees.  I believe the first was Charlize Theron and Stuart Townsend.  But they broke up in 2010 after nine years of dating…so it kinda became a moot point.

Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt have also declared that they will not get hitched until gay marriage is legal.  It is a strong public show of support for the gay community from two very public personalities, so kudos to them.

But this tiny little cynical voice deep down inside of me wonders — is that the real story?  Is gay marriage the only reason that these couples are choosing to stay single?  Or is it just a very good excuse to have a longer engagement…and keep their options open a bit longer?

They know as well as we how long — or should I say short — marriages are amid the stifling scrutiny of  the paparazzi.  If adopting a popular cause that they truly believe in gives them a bit more breathing room before they take the leap…

Who can blame them?

Gender bender

By now you’ve probably read the news that Jake Gyllenhaal dumped Taylor Swift right before the People’s Choice Awards.

Magazine covers have been filled with the story.  First-hand accounts of a very dejected Taylor backstage at the awards.  Jake’s sudden and unexplained disappearance from her life — why the sudden change of heart?

Perhaps it was all part of a genius plan.

According to scientists at Penn State, the ‘dumping’ has made both of them more attractive.

Come again?

A recent study there confirms that a man who dumps a woman — thereby taking the dominant role in the romantic relationship — makes him more attractive to future partners.

Prior to dating Taylor, Jake had received his own very public dumping by Reece Witherspoon. So, according to the research, he needed to take the upper hand in his relationship with Taylor to restore his level of attractiveness in the dating pool.

Likewise, by being dumped by Jake, Taylor is now more attractive to other men, whereas dominant women — those who dump men — are considered ‘more picky and demanding.’

Sorry, I just threw up in my throat a little bit.

Look, this study may be grounded in fact, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.  Are we all really that predictable and stupid?

Cover your mouth

When I saw the official photo released of the new “American Idol” judges, I felt a little sick to my stomach.

Perhaps I miss Simon?  Dread the start of the new season?  Or could it be a natural reaction to all the creases and crevices in Steven Tyler’s face — you know, that feeling you get after stepping off a bumpy roller coaster ride?

Turns out — it’s probably just the singing.

Researchers at Singapore’s National University Hospital found that singing spreads cold and flu germs more effectively than coughing or sneezing.  A trained voice in particular produces a stronger, more penetrating plume of infection into the air.

Well, do-re-mi.

The researchers were conducting the study to determine how far to recommend spacing beds in hospitals that treat airborne illnesses.

Perhaps the results will bring a quick end to this season of “American Idol,” too.

One can only hope.