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By Nellie McKay, Huffington Post
“The culture wars are over and culture lost.” So said Bill Maher not long ago.
There are times when I think that’s just about right. But then I turn on the radio and realize that there are indeed places where culture is alive and kicking. As often as not, those places are public radio stations.
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By Jason Crane, The Jazz Session
(NEW YORK CITY – MARCH 23, 2012)
Hearing Nellie McKay sing about Rachel Carson at Feinstein’s on March 22 was like watching a Michael Moore movie at a Goldman Sachs board meeting.
The evening didn’t start well. In line was a couple complaining about how they’re always there and they just can’t understand why they don’t have their usual table and blah blah blah blah. (“We’ll seat you at Mr. Feinstein’s personal table, ma’am.” Ugh.) Everyone had fur on and the place looked like the set of a 1940s mob movie, except for the very modern prices. Given the announced program for the evening — a musical revue about an environmentalist — it seemed that something must have gone horribly wrong.
But it took just a few minutes into the first song to see that if a joke was being played, McKay was definitely in on it. Her subversive set of activist-inspired protest pop would have found a friendlier audience in Zucotti Park, but part of the genius of the show was that people in furs paid $40-70 each plus a $25 food-and-beverage minimum to have someone criticize their existence while playing a ukelele.
Rachel Carson was a pioneering environmentalist whose book Silent Spring galvanized the nation in support of protecting natural resources. McKay’s revue (“Silent Spring — It’s Not Nice To Fool Mother Nature”) was part biopic, part polemic, part iVictrola playlist of music from the Tin Pan Alley era. (more…)
By WILL FRIEDWALD, Wall Street Journal
Feinstein’s at Loews Regency
540 Park Ave., (212) 339-4095
Through March 31
The life of pioneering ecologist Rachel Carsonis herewith presented in a form that’s equal parts cabaret and musical theater. In this one-woman show, singer-songwriter-pianist Nellie McKay plays Carson in the first person, so to speak, interacting with members of her quartet (particularly saxophonist Tivon Pennicott), who put their instruments down from time to time to briefly play various figures in Carson’s life. Ms. McKay has invented what might be called bio-cabaret-collage, constructed from a combination of standard songs that support the story as well as what often seem like recycled lines from movie biopics. Despite the seriousness of the subject—Ms. Carson’s lifelong battle to protect the planet from pollution —the mood is never solemn. Still, Ms. McKay is unflinching in her belief in Carson’s message, and in the power of the great songs to tell her story. (more…)
Outfitted in caps and gowns, the singer Nellie McKay and her musicians trouped onto the stage of Feinstein’s at Loews Regency on Tuesday evening with mischievous smirks on their faces. Along with the show’s title, “Silent Spring — It’s Not Nice to Fool Mother Nature,” the costumes signaled what was ahead: a zany homemade one-woman musical comedy with an educational agenda and more wardrobe changes to come.
The caps and gowns, which were soon discarded, suggested a collective graduation from naïveté about nature and the world we inhabit into a more complex awareness. Ms. McKay personified a contradiction: an ingenuous naïf with a torch singer’s sophistication. This alter ego became a fairy-tale version of her show’s heroine, the pioneering conservationist Rachel Carson who died in 1964.
Rachel Carson, the poet-warrior of the environmental movement, did a heroic kind of humanist advocacy science that’s easy for artists to love. She was fearless, literate, and personally enigmatic, and her radical work came at just the right time in postwar history, standing as a challenge to the cult of industrial science in the years after the Manhattan Project. In recent decades, Carson has been the subject of a growing body of musical works, many of them ballads by activist singer-songwriters (“Song for Rachel” by Walkin’ Jim Stoltz, “Rachel” by Magpie, and others, 17 of which were collected on the album Songs for the Earth: A Tribute to Rachel Carson, in the late 1980s). Five years ago, the jazz pianist and (recently retired) NPR radio host Marian McPartland played piano in the premiere of her original orchestral piece, A Portrait of Rachel Carson. Inspired mainly by Carson’s best-remembered book, Silent Spring, the composition is a partly improvised, largely programmatic work that movingly evokes and celebrates the sounds of the natural world. (McPartland produced it in collaboration with the arranger and composer Alan Broadbent.)
This coming fall will mark the fiftieth anniversary of the publication of Silent Spring, and the year’s first musical tribute to Carson and her work has just opened, remarkably, on the stage of Feinstein’s cabaret room in the Regency Hotel in New York. Called Silent Spring: It’s Not Nice to Fool Mother Nature, the show is a resolutely quirky performance piece by the singer, pianist, and songwriter Nellie McKay, who portrays Carson with the giddy fervor and endearing, self-conscious effusiveness of a middle schooler putting her all into the graduation show. By comparison, Glee is grim. McKay has committed herself so fully to her image of Carson as a brainy pioneer of the New Frontier that she dyed her hair brown for the show and shelved the kittenish glamour act that established her as a young darling of the New York nightclubs. There’s something deliciously subversive about this show, with its cheeky mix of stagey inventiveness, deep earnestness and ironic, implied amateurism. As Nellie McKay’s own Manhattan Project, it’s sweetly explosive.
“Rio De Lua” – “Moon River” in Portuguese
Ben Bynum – Guitar
By Jon, LA Snark
I don’t know too much about Nellie McKay other than the fact that she’s amazing. I think I heard some buzzings about her in 2002 but it was mostly from women that touted her as some sort of girl power act and I wasn’t sure if I was invited to the party.
A few years ago, I noticed Nellie McKay was playing at the old Largo and thought it might make a fun date night to have some dinner and watch this singer that I’d kinda heard of.
That night I got drunk on pasta, wine, and Nellie McKay. To sit in a lounge that small and hear music coming straight from a singer’s diaphragm to your ears without taking a detour through autotune and recording industry approval is something to be appreciated.
From that point on I knew that I was a Nellie McKay fan.
Last Friday night we took our friends to the Catalina Jazz Club, to see Nellie. We figured that they’d go in expecting a boring Jazz show and be delightfully surprised when they witnessed the amazingness of Nellie. Instead it was the Nellie veterans (Kate and myself) that were surprised and delighted by Nellie’s “I Want To Live” dinner theater. I figured we were in for a night of dry-humored ukulele feminist jokes, but NO. We were in for a full on night of musical drama, and it was amazingsauce.
I don’t want to ruin the show for you because you should seriously purchase a flight to wherever this show is happening next. I’ll say this though: “I Want To Live” transcends music and theater.
“I Want To Live” is the story of Barbara Graham, the third woman to be executed in the San Quentin gas chamber. I know, it sounds like a serious downer, but it is amazing. There is a prison scene where all the band members transform into lady prison cellmates and a scene where Nellie sings “I Only Have Eyes For You” while consoling a make believe baby featuring the saxophonist’s impression of a baby crying that is so dead-on you think you’re in the check out lane at Target.
If you’re reading this and you’re like “This sounds fun, but is it hip?” Jason Schwartzman was there. So… yeah.
The Catalina Jazz Club itself is weird, but I loved it. Yelp reviews say that the dinner prices are insane and the wait staff is awful. We skipped dinner and showed up just in time for the show. We ended up at an obstructed view table, but Nellie worked every inch of the stage so no one missed too much. I can’t comment on how the food was, but my “Ultimate Margarita” was pretty fantastic. No one on Yelp seemed to mention the fact that this club is in a basement. It felt more like I was going to a Cub Scout meeting than a concert, but it all worked out in the end.
I’ve made a promise to myself: Never, ever miss a Nellie McKay show. I recommend you follow suit.
By Macho Show Queen, LAMag.com
When you think of subjects for song cycles, few people would come up with Susan Hayward’s Oscar-winning performance as Barbara Graham, a woman sentenced to the death penalty for committing murder. But of course, we’re not the spectacular Nellie McKay, either.
On Friday night at Catalina Bar & Grill, Ms. McKay began her descent into this musical film noir world with the Jimi Hendrix classic “Purple Haze.” That wonderfully anachronistic start indicated we were in for a strange trip into Barbara Graham’s world. By combining well-known songs like “I Only Have Eyes for You” with some originals, Ms. McKay revealed herself to be amongst the finest actresses currently working.
In addition to being a witty and unique singer-songwriter, Ms. McKay infused her performance with the kind of commitment required to make this unique evening come to life. Backed by a very talented band, Ms. McKay ended the evening—after the execution of Ms. Graham—with a couple of songs from previous albums. It will be very difficult for other cabaret artists to measure up to this chilling and thrilling night.