As someone who, just two years ago, had a face-off with death in the form of life-saving brain surgery, Ari Axelrod has perhaps a more mature view on mortality than many other twenty-somethings. It certainly gave Taking The Wheel, his debut cabaret show, a depth of feeling that I have not always seen in the work of some of his contemporaries.
I'm not normally a fan of the "this is my life" school of cabaret, but Mr. Axelrod and his director, Broadway star and teacher Faith Prince, provided just enough biographical detail to help the audience understand why the songs were selected and why they mattered. Towards the end of the show, for example, brief patter about how that brain surgery (to correct a condition called Chiari malformation) forced him to face the fragility of life at a young age led into a medley of William Finn's "Holding the Ground" (from Falsettoland) and Adam Guettel's "How Glory Goes" (from Floyd Collins). That second song, in which a dying Floyd Collins wonders what the afterlife will be like (“Is it warm, is it soft against your face? / Do you feel the kind of grace inside the breeze? / Will there be trees, is there light?”) was especially moving for some of us older folks who are facing similar thoughts. And it allowed Mr. Axelrod to elaborate on his feelings through the songs rather than spelling them out for us in prose.
He was able to do that so effectively because he had clearly absorbed and thoroughly internalized the lyrics of the sixteen well-chosen songs in his act. That enabled him to create the illusion that the lyricists' words were his own, improvised on the spot. That's a sign of Ms. Prince's influence, and it worked very well for Mr. Axelrod, enabling him to quickly establish and hold rapport with the audience.
A good cabaret show, as I have noted in the past, should feel like a one-act play, with a strong dramatic structure and a resolution at the end. Taking the Wheel worked very well on that level, building to a big dramatic moment with the "Taking the Ground"/"How Glory Goes" medley and then segueing immediately into a pair of "lessons learned" songs by Sondheim, "Now You Know" (from Merrily We Roll Along) and "No One is Alone" (Into the Woods).
That, in turn, brought us back to a reprise of the title song (by John Bucchino, from It's Only Life). First heard at the top of the show in ballad tempo, it was clearly about self-doubt. When it returned at the end, up tempo, it became an affirmation: " Dreaming again and making those dreams real / Taking the wheel." It closed the dramatic circle neatly while setting up the encore, John Bucchino's "Grateful"—a song which feels very relevant in our current age of ingratitude.
The show was very solid musically as well as dramatically. Music director and pianist Ron McGowan skillfully performed well-thought-out arrangements that supported Mr. Axelrod's light and supple singing style. Mr. Axelrod relied just a bit too heavily on his head voice and falsetto range, in my view, but he has plenty of power and accuracy up there, so I can’t really complain.
The essence of cabaret, as my friend and cabaret star Dr. Ken Haller has pointed out, is telling stories through songs. In Taking the Wheel, Ari Axelrod told us his story in a way that was unfailingly engaging and intelligent. He's off to make his fortune now in New York City, and if this show was any indication, he has a promising future ahead of him.
Taking the Wheel was performed on Saturday, December 3, in the Emerald Room at The Monocle in The Grove.
As Al Joslon once sang to Jimmy Durante, "It's a thrill when a real piano player sits down at the keys." Last Friday, November 11, at the Gaslight Cabaret Festival, singer, songwriter, Sirius/SM radio host, and stride pianist extraordinaire Judy Carmichael showed that ol' Joley knew what he was talking about.
Because, make no mistake, Ms. Carmichael is a real piano player. She's got the powerful left hand you need for that strong octave/chord alternation that characterizes the bass line of the stride style along with a nimble right for all the flashy stuff. She dove into the long instrumental jams with her performing partner, guitarist Chris Flory, with a cheerful gusto that was positively infectious. Even her one blues number--"Boisdale Blues," a Carmichael original--was accurately billed as a "very happy blues" that takes its title from a London restaurant chain where Ms. Carmichael likes to play.
In fact, if this show was about anything it was about the joy of making music. You could see it in the little verbal asides between her and Mr. Flory and you could absolutely hear it in the endless invention and unflagging virtuosity of her keyboard style. Like so many of the great pianists, Ms. Carmichael treated those 88 keys as simple extensions of her fingers; a thought became music with the speed of neural transmission.
Ms. Carmichael is also a witty songwriter, as evidence by original numbers like the "Take Me Back to Machu Picchu" ("Where have you gone, my love hypnotic? / Remember when you weren't neurotic?") and "My Manhattan." She wrote the latter when she first moved from California to the Big Apple of which, as she reminded us, Ed Koch once said "if you're one in a million, there are ten of you in New York." Her lyrics and the music of her composing partner, Harry Allen, combine to create the kind of hip, "jazz patter" numbers I associate with Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross.
There were more quiet numbers in the show, of course, including a sensitive performance of the too rarely heard "The Lamp is Low," with Mitchell Parish's lyrics grafted on to Ravel's serene Pavane pour une infante défunte. But for the most part this was an evening that brought smiles of pleasure and frequent applause for the virtuosity on display.
The fall edition of The Presenters Dolan's Gaslight Cabaret Festival concluded last Saturday, but Jim Dolan continues to produce cabaret acts on an ongoing basis in The Emerald Room at The Monocle in the Grove. Ms. Carmichael, meanwhile, continues to tour.
Like many men his age, David Giuntoli grew up during a time of musical change and revolution, and his tastes are varied. But he never lost his appreciation for the pleasant style and charming affectations of Frank Sinatra, a singer he first came to admire after hearing him repeatedly on his sister's 78-rpm records. Growing up during the heyday of the Rat Pack, Giuntoli had plenty of opportunity to watch and learn from the masters of the trade, and it's clear from is performance that he's an apt student.
Giuntoli doesn't have a multi-octave range or the soaring notes of a Broadway tenor, what he has, and uses to great effect, is a solid mid range that's got a hint of raspy wear to it but still slides from note to note with ease and accuracy. He opens the show with the up-tempo "I've got the world on a String," a swingy number that sets the tone and introduces Giuntoli's upbeat, positive attitude.
A few words of introduction and reminiscing about how his connection to the music is interspersed with some trivia and facts about Sinatra, and Giuntoli quickly shifts into a successful three-song set. "The Best Is yet to Come," "I've Got You Under My Skin," and a surprisingly fresh and engaging take on "The Way You Look Tonight" flow together naturally, with a few pleasant interjections, establishing Giuntoli's approach to music mad popular by Sinatra. After another song or two, this section seems to close with the wonderfully light "I Get A Kick Out of You" seamlessly transitioning into a breezy, romantic "Fly Me to the Moon."
After a brief pause for a sip or two of water and more chatter with the crowd, many of whom are familiar to the artist, Giuntoli thoughtfully introduces a number of lesser-known Sinatra hits. It may be an age difference or simply changing tastes, but I was unfamiliar with a number of the songs during this section of the performance. "Luck Be A Lady" and "The Lady Is a Tramp," are easily recognized, but numbers such as "Baby Dream Your Dream," "Summer Wind," and several others, though new to me, were nicely presented and helped to showcase Giuntoli's richly textured interpretations and solid range.
The evening closes out with another upbeat, up-tempo set, featuring "Night and Day," "Come Fly with Me," and the humorous "Ain't That a Kick in the Head." Giuntoli doesn't quite have the power, and the pacing of the songs seemed to drag at times here and there, but the overall effect is engaging and enjoyable.
The artist shows clear understanding of both the subject mater and emotional context he wants to convey, but the ending lacked definitive punctuation. After a number of songs in the same tempo and style, the songs in the cabaret can take on a sense of sameness. I'd love to see Giuntoli take on a few ballads, or even a high-energy show-stopping piece, to add some variety, and I'd encourage a second look at the order of song presentation to see how he can create a better emotional and musical arc throughout the show.
Giuntoli clearly enjoys and understands the era and style he's going after, and he succeeds in offering a genuinely enjoyable tribute to Sinatra. Adam Maness and Ben Wheeler provide musical accompaniment and a few rousing solos of their own, and Giuntoli's wife joins him on stage for a humorous duet on "The Lady Is a Tramp," but this is clearly a solo show.
Giuntoli has a good command of his props, quips, and facts, I'd like to see him incorporate more of his own story in addition to the bits of Sinatra trivia. I may have been in the minority at the performance attended at the Emerald Room, but if part of his hope is attracting broader audience and introducing the songs of the Rat Pack to a new generation, his story needs a bit of development. If he can succeed in incorporating the personal as well as the informational, perhaps by relating how the music impacted his life or helped him get through a critical moment, this cabaret could be a popular draw.
As anyone who has ever seen Barb Jungr or Storm Large in action understands, there is definitely a place for rock at the cabaret table. Karen Irwin demonstrated that again last Saturday, November 5, with her killer Janis Joplin tribute at The Gaslight Cabaret Festival.
The main thing you need to know about Ms. Irwin's show Janis, Me, and Bobby McGee is that it's neither simple celebrity impersonation along the lines of the Rat Pack shows, nor a straightforward run through Janis Joplin's Greatest Hits.
Yes, Ms. Irwin definitely has the Joplin voice down pat. And her energetic, "full tilt boogie" performance style has the same raw emotional power that made the late singer such a formidable presence on stage. There's also no doubt that her set list included songs that even a casual admirer of Janis Joplin would recognize, like "Me and Bobby McGee," "Piece of My Heart," "Mercedes Benz," and "Down on Me."
But what made this a real cabaret show was the way she related Joplin's music to both her own life and to the history of women in pop music. When Ms. Irwin talked about learning to embrace a voice that was considered "not pretty," she was speaking not only for herself and Joplin, but ultimately for every woman who has defied the roles defined as "proper" for her by men. She told us a story that was her own and Joplin's and that of every woman who has ever sung the blues.
In fact, one of the best things about this show was the way Ms. Irwin demonstrated that Joplin was part of an illustrious line of great female blues shouters going back to the early twentieth century. That means Clara Smith (whom Ms. Irwin calls the "queen of the moaners") whose 1924 "Don't Advertise Your Man" was such a hit for Bonnie Raitt and was sung so well by Ms. Irwin in the show. It also means Bessie Smith, represented in Ms. Irwin's show by the 1923 Jimmy Cox classic "Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out." Other performers did it before and since, but Smith's 1929 recording is still the touchstone.
And it means Big Mama Thornton, whose "Hound Dog" is still the definitive version, The King notwithstanding. She's represented in the show by a powerful rendition of one of her own compositions, "Ball 'n' Chain," which was also a favorite of Joplin's. It's easy to forget that Joplin was primarily a blues mama, so it was good to be reminded.
Ms. Irwin shifted back and forth between being herself and being a virtual incarnation of Janis Joplin with such ease that the change always felt entirely natural. I wasn't at all surprised, then, to see that her bio describes her as an "actor by trade, singer by accident." I have always maintained that actors have a leg up when it comes to cabaret for the simple reason that a well-constructed cabaret show is like a one-act play, and actors are more comfortable with that format. Those who ply their trade on the stage understand the importance of telling a story.
Backing Ms. Irwin in her pure tornado of a performance was an impressive band consisting of Paul Brinnell on piano, Leo Peña on drums, Brian Sharpe on guitar, Ed Sullivan on bass, and backup singer Narciso Lobo. Mr. Sharpe, in particular, tore off some smokin' solos.
Janis, Me, and Bobby McGee was part of the Gaslight Cabaret Festival's fall season, which concludes this coming weekend with jazz pianist and singer Judy Carmichael on Friday, November 11, and Ken Haller's The Medicine Show on Saturday, November 12.
It was another marvelous evening at the Monocle down in the Grove district. In their cozy, elegant Emerald Room cabaret a quite astonishing group called One Too Many filled the night with a cappella singing. The Monocle is simply the best venue there is for cabaret in all of St. Louis--intimate, tasteful, softly abuzz, and decorated with a most skillful and imaginative hand.
One Two Many is a six-man a cappella group. They combine superb musicianship with a very hip style and an engagingly wacky comic sense. The group consists of: Daniel Copeland, baritone/tenor 2; Ryan Eversole, tenor 2/arranger; William Frazier, beatboxer/bass; Brian Poppe, bass; Amit Sood, baritone; Chris Thomas, tenor 1/arranger.
They're an attractive bunch of young men. All are clean-shaven except for the basses: Poppe is bounteously bearded like a Russian Patriarch, and Frazier is bearded like--well, like maybe one of the Smith Brothers?
Now I've been an a cappella fan for a long time--ever since the Hi-Lo's captured my teen-age musical heart; and these guys in One Too Many are right up there with the very, very top modern groups like Rockapella, the Nylons, Manhattan Transfer and Straight No Chaser. They show off splendid voices, microscopically precise synchrony, complex rhythms and fascinating six-part harmonies.
At first my purist sensibilities were offended because (I thought) they were using an electric drum-box. Then I realized that what I thought was electric was really bass William Frazier, who was vocally but very convincingly mimicking a complete drum-set: pedal base, snare, rim-shots, steel brushes--even a touch of shimmering hi-hat! And they all seemed to be going at once. Amazing!
Most of the songs last night were up-beat numbers, many with hilariously modified lyrics. But there were also beautiful old standards like Cole Porter's "You Do Something to Me." There was an occasional drift into country ("She's A'tearin' My Heart"). There was a compellingly warm and beautiful gospel number, "You Raise Me Up." They sang "The Entertainer," "Johnny Be Good, "Down Town."
All the voices were splendid--the whole spectrum: from Chris's stratospheric high notes down to the cavernous depth of William's low ones. The group's carefully controlled dynamics are most impressive.
They sang cleverly blended medleys: Their "Queen" medley included, of course, "Dancing Queen," and it eventually ended with a grand and respectful "God Save The Queen." A "St. Louis" medley included, of course, "Meet Me In St. Louis."
Halfway through the evening a quarrel broke out between their two arrangers, Eversole and Thomas. Who was the best arranger? And (as a subordinate battle) which notation software was better: Finale or Sibelius?
After a break the quarrel formalized into a presidential debate: Chris vs. Ryan. The stage was hung with red-white-and-blue bunting and Brian served as moderator. He led the two "candidates" into a glorious send-up of politicians and their amazing skill in turning a serious question into a lead-in to a their favorite topic--in this case the next song on their program. One promised to "build a Wall"--a wall of sound--which the group impressively did. This quintessentially American segment ended with the whole house happily rising as One Too Many sang a quite stirring version of our National Anthem.
One Too Many. It's a remarkable group, singing at the very highest level of polished professional a cappella. And they are non-stop FUN! They brought their "Presidential Circus" to the Emerald Room on June 4.