Amanda McBroom and Michele Brourman
Amanda and Michele
Birdland, NYC, April 20, 2026
Reviewed by Jacqueline Parker

Photo by Kevin Alvey
Just when I thought life could not possibly have a surprise up its sleeve for me, how lucky I was to be proven wrong. Even though these two California ladies, Amanda McBroom and Michele Brourman, have been making gorgeous, solid, and highly memorable music together for many years, they had not lingered on my radar long enough for me to give them proper recognition. Of course, I had been moved by McBroom’s “Errol Flynn” many times as sung by Barbara Cook, so I gladly joined the enthusiastic crowd at Birdland waiting for another dose of glorious musicianship.
I happily understood how ignorance could be bliss as each new (to me) song became an adventure into more modern songwriting. Another world of poetic and melodic artistry revealed itself, rather like the high-speed photography of a gorgeous flower blooming.
With Brourman at the piano, McBroom opened by saying “there’s no Cole Porter tonight—we’ll leave that to Steve Ross!” They curiously chose to begin with what could have been one of Porter’s famous list songs “One of Those Days” (Little Big Town) a compilation of minor irritations about New York similar to Portia Nelson’s “Confessions of a New Yorker (Love/Hate New York).” McBroom followed with one of the most unexpected metaphors for being in love with the romantic ballad “Make Me a Kite” (BRowuramn/McBroom); it was thoroughly beguiling to the point of enchantment.
The audience was snapped out of the romantic reverie with a good old-fashioned humorous protest/list song “Strange Days” (The Doors), which allowed McBroom to use some of her comedic talent. Both ladies sang “Congratulations” (Post Malone), which listed the various plagues with growing older. This song, like many of the others, had lyrics that were clever and vivid, and dare I say, had a touch of “womanliness.” In “Heat Behind the Wall” Brourman was able to paint quite the musical portrait with McBroom’s words. She followed with what she called her “cougar song” entitled “Come to Mama.” The lyric had very transparent mother/son double entendres, all of which she delivered with unmistakable ferocity.
Another touching duet was “Hope Floats” with the takeaway line “Hope is a muscle; you have to keep exercising it.” There were several lines like that: “Love is a flower; you are the seed” and “The curtain comes down but the love never ends.” I was glad to have paper and pen at the ready!

