Norman Lasiter
Still Gray and Feelin’ Groovy!
Don’t Tell Mama, NYC, July 25, 2026
Reviewed by Bart Greenberg

Norman Lasiter is gay. And he really enjoys it (having taken his time coming out). He is also old enough to have lived through the ’60s, which colored his taste in music. Unfortunately, he has been less lucky in love, which led to some of his darker musical selections (this is a fortunate thing as this singer excels at moody ballads). Oh, and he also loves zinnias, as the shirt he wore at Don’t Tell Mama conveyed, along with his “pretty (gay) in pink” dapper suit. With excellent support from his music director Christopher Marlowe and the touches provided by his creative advisor Mark Madama, he truly charmed and delighted the audience.
He could have slowed his opening mash up of “If I Were a Bell” (Frank Loesser) and “I Hear Bells” (Richard Maltby, Jr./David Shire) just a bit so the words, delivered clearly, could sink in a bit more. His following patter, “welcome to my annual reunion at Mama’s where I make my friends pay to see me,” was witty in its honesty. Seeming to take the advice of his own lyrics, he indeed took it easily as he charmed with “Feelin’ Groovy” (Paul Simon). A conversational delivery of “Soon It’s Going to Rain” (Harvey Schmidt/Tom Jones) was touching indeed.
Lasiter obviously adores props, which in this show ranged from a photo of his rocking chair (an obsession), to funny glasses, to an old telephone (which came close to electrocuting him when he confused it with a glass of water). Of course, when it came to the torch ballads, such as the Stephen Sondheim mash-up of “Good Thing Going” and “Not a Day Goes By” and the wonderfully ironic “Another Mr. Right” (Jonathan Sheffer/David Zippel), he kept it simple and honest.
He displayed a great sense of humor on the specialty number “Secrets” (Michael Thomas), which he summed up as “an old gay man sings a song about cats.” The only major flaw in his patter was his insistence on referring to his first show, which ran the danger of making those who missed it feel like outsiders. But anyone who can project all the joy in “Pick Yourself Up” (Jerome Kern/Dorothy Fields) and the passionate yearning in “I Still Believe in Love” (Carol Bayer Sager/Marvin Hamlisch) can override such bumps and offer a delightful show.

