Bow before the fucking king of musical theater.
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If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you are probably aware of my love for the unique talents of Julie Wilson. She played Joanne on tour. This recording allegedly comes from her final appearance on the tour. It’s a totally different take on the character than we’re used to, much more introspective and vulnerable, but I think it works. What do you think?
Julie Wilson, the only performer who’s ever made me laugh at “Can That Boy Foxtrot,” from her album The Stephen Sondheim Songbook. Her delivery exists somewhere between cabaret singing and slam poetry. It works.
Julie Wilson opened my eyes to what cabaret could do in the right hands. Even long past the time she could hit any actual notes, she could sell a song better than singers with the best voices. Her recording of “Can That Boy Foxtrot” remains the only one that makes me laugh. Her Sondheim album is an underappreciated gem.