Memory can be a devious thing. It can snake around you like tendrils of cigar smoke and cloud your reason or it can keep you company so snugly you feel no need to seek other amity.
Archives for October 21, 2013
The thing I hate about cabaret singers is that you can’t critique them. Cabaret is communicating your humanity – good cabaret singers make you care about them and disarm critics. They sing/speak like you’re hanging out in the kitchen over homemade chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of wine, perhaps occasionally and casually remembering that […]