WELCOME BACK BROADWAY CONCERT
I was under the impression that today's Welcome Back Broadway concert would be something like the annual Broadway in Times Square concert each September, where cast members from each Broadway musical perform a number from their show in order to plug that show's financial prospects and publicity. To my surprise, that's not exactly what happened here today.
I almost didn't even bother attending today's event. But what made me intrigued was the promise of seeing Angela Lansbury and Bernadette Peters perform. So I went, rather than go to some random lunch thing at my law school.
The entire center orchestra was taken up by press and folk with so-called pink VIP tix. In other words, the Broadway community. The general public was let into the theater at around 11:45, and the event started at around 12:30pm.
It began with a 5-minute monologue by Bob Martin, in the dark, just like how DROWSY CHAPERONE always begins. It was a very humorous commentary delivered in the Man in Chair style over the events of the past couple weeks. Instead of opening with "I hate theater," he did "I hate the business of theater," reminding us that Sophacles probably never had to worry about load-in costs.
Eventually, he moved to his refrigerator. Noting that he couldn't open it himself, he got help from two Local One stagehands, both of whom received a nice round of applause. And who came out but Bernadette Peters, to sing "There's No Business Like Show Business." After, Bob complained that he had hoped she'd sing "Anything You Can Do."
After, folk from each Broadway musical, one random guy from THE SEAFARER, took the stage. Bob carried on a few conversations, like with the SEAFARER guy in order to promote all the plays now opening, and with George Wendt in his Edna costume. A cameo was also made by Bob Saget, also in his Man in Chair outfit.
Eventually, Angela Lansbury joined them, who sang (most of) "We Need a Little Christmas." She had the lyrics in front of her, but still flubbed about half the lyrics. But who cares. It was Angela Lansbury, in great voice, singing "We Need a Little Christmas"! It was incredible.
And then the thing just ended. After less than a half hour. And it became clear that the event was hardly a concert at all. It was a publicity stunt. As we walked out of the theater, I could see dozens of producers hugging themselves in self-admiration at having scored yet another video-op for the NY1 evening news. Let's see if they feel that proud of themselves once they get a grip on how dire the effects of the strike will be on attendance in the near future.
Last night, in celebration of the fact that the strike was over, I really wanted to see something on Broadway. But what? It had to be a show with a solid fanbase that might also be going that night to celebrate the strike demise. That gave me essentially 2 choices: RENT or SPRING AWAKENING. I chose the latter, gave the press office a call, and booked 2 press tix for that night.
This marked the first time I had seen SPRING AWAKENING in the past six months where there was not a single understudy. Sure, two original cast members have been replaced, but Jonathan Groff, Lea Michele, and John Gallagher are still in it. And I must say: this was probably the best performance I've seen of the show vocally. Why? Cause the kids had not been performing 8 shows a week for 3 weeks, and have not been wearing out their vocal chords like usual singing rock anthems. And I suppose there had to be a new intensity and emotionality due to the fact that they had not performed these roles for so damn long.
Oh - and I also attended Seth's Broadway Chatterbox on Thursday afternoon. It was relocated to a different part of Don't Tell Mama due to ongoing renovations where the Chatterbox is usually hold. His guest was mega-casting director Bernard Telsey, who first gained prominence for casting RENT and later HAIRSPRAY. Seth really grilled him about what he looks for in auditions, why actors get rejected, and why he has a reputation for requiring dozens of callbacks for any given role.