Karen Mason
Karen Mason Birthday Bash
Birdland, NYC, March 30, 2026
Reviewed by Jacqueline Parker

Photo by Maryann Lopinto
When a performer is very good, it’s easy to write a review. Wordsmiths that we are, endless adjectival superlatives are at our disposal. When a performer is great, sometimes it’s simply a matter of our being near a keyboard—the review almost writes itself.
However, in that echelon occupied by a rarified few, the usual compendium of words is not enough. It is at that point that we are forced to create a new word that can capture all we want to impart. In this case, the word is karenize. It means, quite simply, to take a familiar song and put it through the dynamic mind, spirit, and talent that is Karen Mason and to have a product that at times can be almost unrecognizable, yet unforgettable.
This woman is a powerhouse; from the moment she stepped on stage she delivered a high- energy, can’t-take-your-eyes-off-her performance. Dressed in white with sparkly pants and jacket accented with appropriate diamond jewelry, she twinkled in every moment, literally and figuratively.
Ostensibly, we were all there to celebrate her birthday. She is an Aries, the baby of the zodiac, and true to her sign, she is fearless, playful, and was as irresistible as a newborn. Her patter was warm and sincere, a bit edgy at times, and funny, such as when she spoke about being asked to sing “I’m Gonna Live Till I Die” (Mann Curtis/Walter Kent/Al Hoffman) at a wake in the Frank Campbell Funeral Home.
And just like being with a baby, there are always surprises. Her rendition of “Something’s Coming” (Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim) was so defiant in its delivery that I felt the urge to look over my shoulder to see what that “something” was. She then jumped back to 1951 and the song Rosemary Clooney made famous early in her career: “Come On-a My House” (Ross Bagdasarian/William Saroyan). Mason imbued it with an unmistakable hint of naughtiness that Clooney could not have employed at her time, much to the enjoyment of the audience.
A highlight was a trip back to Mason’s first role on stage as Carrie Pipperidge in the Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein classic Carousel. She made “Mr. Snow” her own without the gimmicks that can distract in the most unsatisfying ways. It was spellbinding. An extra treat was her simple, honest, and oh-so-moving rendition of “It Had to Be You” (Gus Kahn/Isham Jones). After her usual energetic forays around the stage to punctuate her performance, she chose to just lean on the piano and deliver the tune, verse and all.
Her ferocity returned with “But the World Goes ‘Round” (John Kander/Fred Ebb), and following that that the real song of the moment—”Happy Birthday” (Patty and Mildred Hill), which allowed the audience to serenade her in full force. The moment was made all the sweeter when her husband, award-winning record producer and songwriter Paul Rolnick, stepped up to the stage with a cake complete with a lit candle as we sang.
With Christopher Denny on piano and Tom Hubbard on bass as her guiding stars, Mason gave a performance that was profound and conveyed the wisdom that comes with age. This was her 75th birthday—the jubilee year symbolized by a diamond. There are many jewels in the cabaret world, but Karen Mason is the diamond that sparkles the brightest.

