Last Friday night Darren and Stuart and I went to the Royal Festival Hall on London's glitzy South Bank to see the wonderful Liza Minnelli. And she was sensational. Almost as good as she was back in 2002.
The crowd at the RFH had all turned into constantly clapping, constantly standing ovators. They clapped as each song started, the clapped and whooped at each mid-song pause and then they stood and clapped and cheered at the end of each. And I'm sorry to admit dear reader that I was also one of those people.
All the hits and more - Alexander's Ragtime Band, New York New York, Cabaret, Maybe This Time, Say Liza (Liza With A “Z”)... sadly no Money Money Money though.
Half way through Liza's set she performed the gay classic "What Makes a Man a Man?" With a silver sequinned top, a blacked out stage, a trembling voice and a single spotlight... 2500 of us held our breath as she sang. Utter silence. Just the soft sound of tears falling. A heartbeat after she finished... the place erupted. Boy, she knows her audience and milked it to the last drop. Adrella would have been proud.
A great show. A great woman. Show-stoppers every song. Her's to the next ten years until we see you again Liza.
And if I may divert a little, it got us talking afterwards about what actually does make a man a man. And all I could think of was what my Dad once told me, "a man makes decisions and lives with the consequences." Admittedly I was only 8 at the time and wanted to change my plain ice cream cornet for a 99 but I guess he was making a point.
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