He is in perfect “Harmony“
Wednesday, my phone rings. A voice said, “Hi. It’s Barry Manilow. Barry Manilow on my phone when I’m sitting in my kitchen wolfing down a tuna salad sandwich on raisin bread with mayonnaise?
Second voice: “It’s Bruce Sussman. I actually had dinner next to you recently at Fresco.
So what? So I have 90 other binge eaters that I don’t know. Who are you?
This voice says, “Barry and I, friends for life, have created the new musical ‘Harmony’. Just opened at the National Yiddish Theater Folksbiene. A bell rang. It’s a project I’ve written about and have always known about.
Barry: “This story we’ve been working on for 100 years is about six talented young guys in 1920s Germany. Beautiful harmonies, old-fashioned Marx Brothers humor. But underneath vaudeville razzmatazz lies a tragic story. Nobody remembers them. At the time, no one had ever heard of anyone. Finally, Bruce and I are at the finish line with this musical on them. It’s “Harmony”. ”
Bruce: “Years ago I saw a dusty old reel that was captioned about them and I was so excited to see their story that – that was way before we had cell phones – I quickly found a payphone downtown on Lafayette Street, called Barry and said, ‘Look, we have to do this.’ ”
Barry: “Here’s something you won’t believe. The main character, then 90 years old, lived – if you can believe it – right next to me in Palm Springs. Who knew? I walked my dog directly in front of his house without knowing it. Here, I’m writing a show about this man who lived exactly three blocks from my house and knew it. I spend years creating songs about this elderly character that I didn’t even know and never met. When I finally met him and entered his house, I burst into tears. He’s gone now. He was 98 years old.
Second part of the story.
En route to Wednesday’s opening, Barry Manilow was diagnosed with COVID. I couldn’t go to the theatre, backstage or party.
He said, “After working on this show for years and years, this is the cruellest thing that could happen to me.”
Designer trash can
TODAY, everyone, even no one, is a nosy. Enough with the designer labels. Soon comes Calvin Klein nasal spray, maybe Saint Laurent arch supports, let’s look for Kardashian-designed aspirin, and after Ye does custom earrings, and then – Gucci’s Ex-Lax?
Holidays are fun, right?
Signs you might be at a Republican seder: 1. Refusing to answer all four questions without a subpoena. 2. Demand a recount of the 10 plagues. 3. No increase in the minimum wage because buying a goat now is very cheap. 4. The afikomen is hidden in the Cayman Islands. 5. No door open for Elijah until they see his immigration papers. 6. They attack Moses for negotiating with Pharaoh, because we don’t negotiate with our enemies. 7. I don’t understand why the Egyptians didn’t cure plagues with hydroxychloroquine. 8. They omit the parts of the Haggadah on slavery that remind them of critical race theory. 9. Gefilte fish is replaced with tomato aspic. 10. The seder ends by singing “Next Year at Mar-a-Lago”.
The bill is yours
LAW Prof: A lawsuit for the misfits Johnny Depp and the ex? Just to nail each other? It’s the filing fee, minimal costs, security, a judge, official staff, jury, per diem, court reporter costing taxpayers about $50,000 a day. We the audience subscribe to Johnny and Amber’s little piss match.
DRUNKS on the train tracks: One: “Too many steps.” Pal: “Forget the steps. The low railing bothers me.
Only at NY Penn Station, kids, only at NY Penn Station.