Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Tonight: Liz Callaway at Feinstein's

My Little Love is taking me to see Liz Callaway at Feinstein's at the Regency tonight! Okay, it's billed as Liz Callaway Sings the 60's "The Beat Goes On"...huh...well, it's still Liz and I love her voice! I've heard her sing many times at Broadway concerts, but never at a whole evening of just her.











UPDATE: Wow, Liz made me love the 60s! Her voice is simply beautiful. It's pure, light and sweet. She made us smile from ear to ear from start to finish. She opened with Sonny & Cher's The Beat Goes On and went straight into You Don't Own Me. She included an audience participation of Petula Clark's Downtown when Liz walked around the stuck the microphone in audience members' faces (including mine). Some of the other songs she sang were Wouldn't It Be Nice?, Where Have All the Flowers Gone?, Leavin' on a Jet Plane, When I'm 64, Eleanor Rigby, Up, Up & Away, MacArthur Park (songwriter Jimmy Webb was in the house too!), Moon River, Frank Mills from Hair and Knowing When to Leave from Promises, Promises. She was joined by Musical Director Alex Rybeck on piano, Jered Egan on bass and Ron Tierno on drums. Liz will be at Feinstein's through June 28th.

3 comments:

Bob said...

Yikes @ sticking the mic in audience member's faces to sing. I think only Liz could get away with that. Did (her *taller* sister) Ann make an appearance?

Glad it was a fun time!

Karen said...

I like it when she does her duo act with Jason Graae-- called "Backstage Broadway Buddies." He's hysterical. When she's alone on stage, I find her kind of dull. Nice enough voice, but not a lot of pizzazz.

Hula Hank said...

It is almost fate, but this morning I was looking at Feinsteins calendar and saw this show and thought, "Why do I know Liz Callaway?" and secondly "That show sounds awful!!"

That said, I am way over on the underside of the world and I will have to live vicariously through you, even if it is to see Liz Callaway sing the best of the 60s!

PS - My third thought upon looking at Feinsteins calendat was "Oh my god. Tony Danza?!?!"