Its gestation has been as slow as a languorous torch song, but
Hoagy: The Hoagy Carmichael Musical proves the adage that
good things come to those who wait. Or maybe to those who take the
time to do them right.
Musicals and revues built around the oeuvre of a
songwriter or a composer-lyricist team can flow from the mistaken
assumption that if the music's great -- and if you're talking
Stephen Sondheim, Cole Porter or Hoagy Carmichael, it is -- you're
home free. Not so. The concept, style, storytelling and performers
have to serve and illuminate the songs, and the best revues
transport you into the world of the songwriter's imagination.
Hoagy, the utterly beguiling and -- whenever B.J. Crosby
is singing -- thrilling show that has just opened at the Coconut
Grove Playhouse, does that (to borrow a Carmichael lyric) very
well.
A longtime labor of artistic love for San Francisco-based
entertainer Billy Philadelphia (real name: William C. Trichon),
Hoagy has come to wondrous fruition under the guidance of
director-choreographer Walter Painter.
The script, by Trichon and Bruce Dettman, touches on the highs
(mostly) and lows (a few) in the long life of the Oscar-winning
songwriter, a down-to-earth Indiana guy who gave the world more than
400 songs, including such enduring ones as Skylark,
Stardust, Georgia on My Mind, The Nearness of
You -- that artists like Rod Stewart and Norah Jones are still
recording.
But what makes this production worthy of an afterlife (that is,
after its run at the Grove Playhouse ends Nov. 21) is its
combination of easy charm in Philadelphia's performance as
Carmichael; Crosby's magnificent, chill-inducing vocals; the stylish
movement of singer-dancers Bob Gaynor and the drop-dead gorgeous
Joanna Louise; and how Philadelphia, musical supervisor Louis St.
Louis and the others in the onstage band alternately bounce, boom
and caress their way through Philadelphia's arrangements of
Carmichael's songs.
Philadelphia is (to borrow another Carmichael song title) the
heart and soul of Hoagy. Diminutive, his shoulders
perpetually hunched as if he were bent over a keyboard (even when he
isn't), the actor invites you into Carmichael's life as if he were
an old friend just dying to share the richness, whimsy and beauty of
this music with you. Philadelphia's voice is, like Carmichael's,
adequate for putting the songs across. But this veteran cabaret
performer knows how to make the vast playhouse space seem as
intimate as a cozy club.
Clad in glittering gowns by costume designer Ellis Tillman,
Crosby is the consummate team player when singing with Philadelphia,
Gaynor and Louise, never more so than on the inventive, melancholy
presentation of I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except
Sometimes). But the show's most glorious musical moments are her
solos, as she brings nuanced, powerful interpretation to
Skylark, Stardust, The Nearness of You and a
killer Georgia on My Mind. The idea that she won't be singing
these songs after Nov. 21 is just too sad.
Could Hoagy move to treacherous, irresistible Broadway?
Maybe -- if it landed in a smaller theater, if David
Mitchell's mundane set were scrapped for something lovelier, if
Painter and Philadelphia tinker with the ending so it doesn't come
off like an aw-shucks afterthought. But wherever it ends up, like
Carmichael's music, Hoagy deserves to live on.
Christine Dolen is The Herald's theater
critic.