Karen Mason
Encore-Nucopia
Birdland, NYC, November 10, 2025
Reviewed by Jacqueline Parker

Photo by Maryann Lopinto
When the lights dimmed in Birdland at the appointed hour, the room became silent as Karen Mason was introduced. I was reminded of that Bette Davis line from All About Eve, “Fasten your seatbelts…,” as the statuesque singer ascended the stage in a gray pantsuit dusted with sequins and wearing silver shoes. The show began with a gorgeous arrangement of “Something’s Coming” (Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim) by the late Brian Lasser, who was Mason’s longtime music director, and something great was indeed coming for us. As its title seemed to imply, this was a potpourri of a show with mostly standards that received Mason’s unique blend of talent and know-how.
She is a veteran of the cabaret art form, and fortunate are those who hear and see her live to witness what years of honing a craft can produce. She has an authoritative delivery that is mollified by her genuine warmth and her connection to her audience. She can be playful as well, as when she sang “Lulu’s Back in Town” (Harry Warren/Al Dubin) and inserted her own name into the lyric. Most of the selections were culled from previous shows throughout her career, and the evening became very nostalgic as one could reflect on how a certain tune had affective one’s life, even if it developed a different relevancy later on.
Mason has two remarkable gifts. One is that she uses every part of her body to emphasize a lyric. Many times, it is as though an appendage—or whatever—has a mind of its own and underscores her message in its own way. It’s really quite phantasmagorical to behold! Her second gift is that she can seem to lift a lyric away from the music and present it to the audience while the music supported the effort. An example of this was her rendition of “Mr. Snow” from Carousel. She slowed it down and imbued it with the magic of first love; it was so moving that I’m sure Rodgers and Hammerstein were toasting her from Heaven.
Several master musicians were involved in creating this glorious evening, in addition to the aforementioned Brian Lasser. Christopher Denny was in top form at the piano and also created some of the arrangements, and Tom Hubbard on bass did a mini-duet with Mason. Even Barry Kleinbort had a hand in writing new, humorous lyrics to “Sunset Boulevard” that reflected Mason’s stint as a standby in that show as well as to “Ev’ry Street’s a Boulevard in Old New York” (Jule Styne/Bob Hilliard).
So what’s the takeaway here? We are lucky to have in our midst several true masters of cabaret, and Mason is one of them. Each performance is like a transfusion of sorts; whatever’s been ailing you seems to be replaced by the healing magic of Karen Mason. My advice is to catch her Christmas show at The Green Room 42 December 19, 20, and 21 or at least to give yourself the gift of one of her CDs.

