Simon Green and David Shrubsole on piano Photos by Heidi
Bohnenkamp, 2016
by Eugene Paul
With
almost a Cowardian flair and an almost Cowardian performer as his star,
pianist, composer, lyricist David Shrubsole has created an intimate pastiche
for star Simon Green, its full title, Life is for Living: Conversations with
Coward, giving Green a bouquet of Noel Coward’s songs, letters to his
adored mother, Violet, gossipy anecdotes and wise, meaty observations with
which to ensnare an audience and Green does it up brown. What’s more, it’s far
from all nostalgia, there’s a continuing currency of relevance in Coward’s
witty observations, a certain bite, not a nibble.
As
Shrubsole wryly puts it:”There are probably greater painters than Noel, greater
novelists than Noel, greater librettists, composers of music, singers, greater
dancers, comedians, tragedians, stage producers, film directors, cabaret
artists and TV stars. If there are, they are twelve different people. Only
one man combined all twelve labels – The Master.” He was quoting Lord Louis
Mountbatten waxing euphoric about his friend Noel Coward, on his seventieth
birthday, thus adding still another dimension to the Coward mystique: friend
and notable to royalty
Simon
Green’s acting and singing presentation, not an attempt at imitation but his
own well conceived creation, in addition to its charm, captures the solid worth
of Coward, the man as much as it does the solid worth of Green, the man,
oddly, in a little aside which occurred during his performance. Because the
theater was set up as a cabaret, one of the tables nearest the stage harbored a
cabaret customer type which plagues cabarets: talking on the phone during the
star’s performance. Green stopped. Pin drop time. He leaned over, quietly asked
if the audience member was well, waited for the excessively nodding silent
yes, stepped back, continued. Not a word of admonition. None needed.
Absolutely Cowardian, that bit of steel.
It
shows up, that underlying bittersweet edge, in Simon Green’s very opening
number, ”Something Very Strange is Happening to me”, in which, despite all the
frippery of the word play, Coward is marveling at seeing smiles on faces which
is far from the ordinary, and he wants to “hold each shining moment in my
heart”. It continues in his next Coward song, “Don’t turn away from Love”
because you know there’ll be an end to it. Green follows that with a wisp of
nostalgia, cutting a birthday cake – another Coward birthday – with Elaine
Stritch, and singing Coward’s “Go Slow, Johnny”, maybe she’ll come to her
senses.
Coward
admired – and envied – Irving Berlin – Green movingly sings “Always”. He
admired -- and envied--, the great British star, Ivor Novello. Shrubsole plays
the lovely waltz from Novello’s The Lilac Domino. Green sings in his
program Coward’s homage to Cole Porter , George Gershwin, and gets back to Coward’s
hard headed worry, “What’s Going to Happen to the Tots”, which rattles on in
wittily scurrilous notions about us and about where events are taking us
without our paying attention to our children when there aren’t any more grown
ups.
Simon
Green perfectly captures the cynical bravado and worldly despair behind
Coward’s “I Went to a Marvellous Party”. I’d heard Beatrice Lillie perform it
for its absolute lunacy, but Green makes perfectly clear that Coward had
utterly different thoughts composing it.” It is my considered opinion that the
human race is cruel, idiotic, sentimental, ungrateful, ugly, conceited and
egocentric to the last ditch and that the occasional discovery of an isolated
exception is as deliciously surprising as finding a brazil nut in what you know
to be five pounds of vanilla creams.” There’s some of that behind the hit song
he wrote for Elaine Stritch in Sail Away. “When the storm clouds are
riding through a winter sky, sail away, sail away.” Sounds too apt.
Life
is for Living: Conversations with Coward. At 59E59 Theaters, 59 East 59th
Street. Tickets: $25. 212-278-4200. 75 min. Thru Jan 1.