Cat Gorman
Songs, Stars & Stories
Don’t Tell Mama, NYC, February 20, 2015
Reviewed by Rob Lester for Cabaret Scenes
Wearing her director hat, Marilyn Maye strikes again. The veteran entertainer is a peerless show-stopper of a showwoman and a beloved teacher, so many singers want to work with her. Or, dare I say, want to be her. Along with her master class piano man, Barry Levitt, she co-arranged diligent Cat Gorman’s act, which overindulged in a favored Maye device: the medley. But it takes a master with magnetism like Maye’s to make a medley move and manifest magic. Otherwise, too many just feel ploddingly episodic and longer than they are. The book of Gorman was one full of standards, largely show tunes, representing roles she did somewhere at some point, the music of The Music Man and others feeling distancingly fairly or unfairly too “ladylike,” like My Fair Lady. The lady has a pretty and pleasing sound indeed, is gracious, but we seemed to be visiting generic versions of characters, not a cabaret “this is ME” getting-to-know-who? More of a recital in a club, there was still warmth and much musicality. Breaking through the lace curtain—Newsies’ “Santa Fe” with distinction. But let the real Cat out of the bag of tricks and tunes and let’s see who she is. Meanwhile, it’s what’s pleasant that’s present.
