Jeff Harnar
Blame It on My Youth: Our 1980’s Don’t Tell Mama Songbook
Don’t Tell Mama, NYC, February 5, 2026
Reviewed by Jacqueline Parker

Photo by Maryann Lopinto
Sometimes attending a cabaret show can seem like attending a church service. There is a reverence about the room with its lit candles, and we are all there for more than entertainment. This thought was vividly evinced by the masterful Jeff Harnar. He’s not a preacher, but he is a superb interpreter of the “bible” on which many of us thrive: the Great American Songbook.
He introduced the show by saying that he first stepped onto the small stage he now occupied in 1987 and reprised his opening number from that night: “The Sweetest Sounds” (Richard Rodgers). He held up a poster from that initial engagement; we should all age as well as he has! All his shows that I’ve attended were intelligently crafted, and this one exceeded expectations. He managed to enhance the story of his adult life by interspersing songs that were complimentary and often had lyrics that he personalized. “Yes” by Kander and Ebb underscored his positive philosophy as he was becoming established in New York, and Frank Loesser’s “Ooh! My Feet!” (every waiter’s complaint) led into his stint at the Regency as a room server. While he was there, one of the many celebrities he met was Phyllis McGuire, who ultimately offered him the better job of maintaining her home while she travelled; he illustrated this with his own lyric to “Just a Housewife” (Craig Carnelia).
Throughout the performance, Harnar generously praised his music director and pianist Alex Rybeck, who also wrote many of the arrangements; some were by Brian Lasser. Jeff and Alex have worked together for decades, and this show was a perfect example of that partnership. A rarely heard song from Sondheim’s Follies, “That Old Piano Roll,” was a surprise treat. It led into several songs about various permutations of love, starting with “Where Is Love?” by Lionel Bart and ending with a bit of comic relief with “Being with Me (Is No Picnic)” by Brian Lasser and Michael Leeds. He counteracted the premis of that tune with Oscar Levant and Edward Heyman’s lament “Blame It on My Youth,” which led into an emotional and thought-provoking mini-medley of Jerry Herman’s “I Don’t Want to Know” and “The Happy Time” by Kander and Ebb.
There seemed to be only one place to go after that, which was home. The satisfying trinity he selected—“Home Again” by Carole King, “Homeward Bound” by Paul Simon, and “You’re My Home” by Billy Joel—set the tone for the final number, “There Is a Time” (“Le Temps”) by Charles Aznavour.
And so concluded an unforgettable evening that included endearing mentions of cabaret titans who are no longer with us, including Donald Smith among others. There is always a poetic sensitivity to Harnar’s work, perhaps most keenly achieved in this program. I indeed consider myself to be blessed for having been there. You can see for yourself what magic Harnar can bring to that same stage every Thursday night in February at 7 pm.

