It’s A Small World After All…..

Especially in the theater.  Especially in northeast Ohio theater……

 As of this date (Jan. 29, 2013) I’m in tech week for a show called THE ROBIN HOOD CAPER at Brecksville Little Theater.  I have a small but fun “Dubonnet” role (you gotta love those) and I don’t come on until the 3rd act.  My fellow actors are a great bunch, no weirdos, no egos.  I’ve worked with Steve and Linda who play two of the four leads.  We’ve done murder mysteries and at least one play together.

 My hen-pecked husband is played by a nice guy named Joe.  He’s friendly, funny and easy to work with!  He’s also a bit shorter than me once I put on my high heels and ugly, floral hat!  It’s a great sight gag.

 As actors are wont to do (those of us who don’t bear the brunt of being on stage all the time, as the four leads must do) we sit around and do a lot of  bullsh*ting.  We do talk “theater” but we also talk about other stuff; animals, work, photography, travel, history, family. We have a lot of time together off stage.  It’s a lovely group of folks, all very professional yet silly!

Last night, I was starting to share a story about my first professional theater gig.  I was 16 years old and it was 19… Well….let’s say it was decades ago. 

I began my story with: “I was doing a musical at Showboat Theatre in Cleveland….”

 

“SHOWBOAT????  IN CLEVELAND???” interrupts Joey excitedly, “WHAT PLAY???”

 

“Carnival…” I reply.

 

OH MY GOD, I DID THAT PLAY!!! I think I did it at Showboat!!!!” hollers Joey!

 

“Really??  Holy crap, no way!! You know, I think I might still have the program….”

 

Do you still have the program? Oh my God, I’d love to see it!” he asks hopefully.  I said I’d look for it.  He is wildly excited about this. I’m feeling a bit embarrassed that I didn’t remember or recognize him.  Of course he didn’t remember or recognize me either, so there you are!

 

 

After rehearsal, I half-heartedly searched through my pictures and stuff, thinking I do remember having seen the damn program fairly recently but I’ll bet (in a megan-induced “I-have-to-get-rid-of-sh*t” frenzy) I pitched it.

 

There, tucked loosely into a old scrapbook, is the program.

 

I almost weep with joy!

 

For some odd reason, I’ve not saved many programs.  I heard somewhere along the line that it was egotistical, wasteful and downright stupid to save old programs.  Perhaps it survived many purges because it was my first professional “I got paid” show.

With shaking hands I open the four-decades old program and scan the cast.

 

I see my picture and bio and turn the page……..

 

It just goes to show you: Old Actors Never Die.  You’ll probably work with them again at some point.

 

So, dear Joey Vartorella, who plays my hen-pecked husband, it is true pleasure to work with you again.

 

Even if it took (almost) 43 years!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Love Tony Bennett

I love this story my friend Julie told me years ago.
In the late 40s, her parents (children of Hungarian/Polish immigrants) went to a Cleveland club, probably a nightclub, as our parents did in those days. The joint was basically empty, maybe 5 people. A young, short, skinny Italian man with a big nose came out to sing with a combo. They said he was gracious, funny, warm and had a wonderful voice. He invited those 5 people up towards the band stand.
“I”ll sing just for you folks,” he said, with shy charm. He was so wonderful and enjoyable, they wanted him to sing another set. He did. He sang the whole evening even though he really didn’t have to. During his breaks, he’d sit at their table, share some drinks and talk to them about this and that. They fell in love with him. Julie’s mom claimed all her life that she was his First Fan.
His name was Tony Bennett.
I have seen Tony perform live at the Palace Theater in Cleveland. See the picture?  That’s exactly what he does the whole time.  Smiling away, he made me feel I was one of just a few, not a thousand. Intimate. As though I was at that small nightclub decades ago. What an honor!  Seeing TB is like taking a Master Class in how to sing standards.  He acts as though he is just having the best time, that there is no place else he’d rather be that evening.
To meet him, even if just for a moment, would be such a thrill. It’s on my bucket list. Hey, I met Les Paul, the greatest guitar player who ever lived . Who’s to say I couldn’t meet Tony Bennett?? Who’s to say I couldn’t SING with TB?  Stranger things have happened…..