Tuesday, June 18, 2013

For Good... courtesy of the lovely, lovely Kristin Chenoweth and the delightful Anna Kendrick


Kristin Chenoweth and Anna Kendrick singing ‘For Good’ from Wicked. After a slightly shaky beginning, I’m so impressed with how Anna sang and especially next to Kristin. Their harmonies were lovely. I have had it on repeat all morning.

I was privileged to see Kristin in concert at the Opera House on Monday night. It was unbelievable. Just her arrival on stage was met with applause that lasted almost 5 minutes, bringing her to tears before she had even begun to perform. Though it was well deserved. Her voice was, of course, amazing. She sings with such power, clarity and purity of emotion and her range is phenomenal. But another standout aspect of the show was her humour. I’ve never really thought of anyone as having a sparkling or glittery personality before, but watching Kristin, the words suited perfectly. Bubbly, bright, articulate - and serious when the moment so called - she spoke of her background, her beliefs and poked fun at her love of shoes, even singing a whole song about it. Honestly, I’ve never had more fun even thinking about shoes.

The night had so many gems - her plucking the Australian cast of Wicked’s Glinda from the audience and singing ‘For Good’ with her having never even met before and taking on Elphaba’s part instead of her own; a hilarious cameo with Avenue Q’s Bad Idea Bears and Lucy T. Slut; her singing ‘Popular’ in German, Japanese and English; the double encore which led to her singing ‘Taylor the Latte Boy’ and causing the audience to have a downright fit - but one which stood out to me in particular was actually her singing a song from Les Mis - ‘Bring Him Home’. I nearly cried. I love that song and I love Les Mis and her rendition of it moved me in a way I could never have imagined. It wasn’t just that I have never even imagined a woman singing it, but she sang it so beautifully. I really nearly cried.
So let’s see, I laughed, I cried (almost) and I often wanted to get up and sing and dance. I’d say it was one hell of a night. An absolute privilege.