Honoring the 30th Anniversary, Beirut Veterans.

I'm sincerely proud to have lent the song "My Thanksgiving Prayer" to the memorial page to "the 270 KIA while serving as Peacekeepers of the Multi-National Peacekeeping Force, Beirut Lebanon 1982-1984. To the 220 Marines, 18 Sailors, and 3 Soldiers (241) KIA on October 23, 1983. To the Survivors who will forever live with the memory of that fateful day. To the Beirut Veterans who, after returning home, struggled with PTSD and took their own lives. And to all their Families. ~Semper Fidelis~"

Personal Update (and Mark Janas).

Last week, while on a ship on the other side of the world where Jim was performing Zero Hour, I got word that Mark Janas, my friend, musical mentor and support system for a lot of people on this island, was taken in for brain surgery. Just before we left, he began getting some facial paralysis.

Then, I received notice from Salon producer, Tanya Moberly, informing us he had gone in for brain surgery. There was a tangle of blood vessels on his brain stem, where all the nerves go out to the body -- and that it would only get worse if left untreated. 

He told the surgeon that he was a pianist, and he pleaded that he not lose control of his hands. The surgeon smiled and said he was a bass player, himself, and that he would be very careful.

The surgery was successful and I've spent the last week (along with other friends of Mark's) being with him. His partner, David, is out of state and he asked us not to let him be alone for at least a week.

Happily, Mark has responded to therapy. He's walking much more strongly than before, and though his face is still partially paralyzed, it seems to be responding a little more each day.

As for his playing, it's all there. In fact, like me, he's been up early, in the middle of the night, playing and playing with a passion he says he never felt before. 

So, for friends of Mark who haven't received this news, I'm very sorry to be the bearer of sad news. For everyone, I'm happy to report that he is upbeat, determined and hard to keep down. I've had to give him mini-lectures about allowing us to care for him. About how to be a compliant and healthily responsive patient.

I saw my own endocrinologist and he is thrilled with my progress. I've had no sugar spikes, even with the rich food on the ship. I am doing an injection before every meal, and another at night. I thanked him for his care and he said, "You're the one doing the work."

I've also been speeding up the time table for the New World Waking here in New York. Teaming with the sanctuary choir at Christ Church, Bay Ridge (where Mark is minister of music and I serve as resident composer), along with other friends of Mark's from the cabaret, theater and nightclub community, we are putting together a fundraiser for Mark, so he can continue to recuperate. I know other groups are planning similar shows.

Though it began as a formal concert at Davies Symphony Hall, complete with the San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus and the Women's Community Orchestra, New World waking is now a theatrical concert piece with Andy Gale directing, and Jim Brochu and I revising the book as we go along.

The plan for the show is that it's an ecumenical theatrical event touring churches and synagogues, and any other inviting houses of worship here in the City. I already have commitments from several congregations, plus we're talking to theaters and night clubs around the city. 

If anyone reading this wishes to join us, again, we are only now putting it all together, but you can access a folder with a README file, a script, mp3s, and sheet music to the songs. The set-up is simple. A theatrical concert featuring solos, duets, small groups, backed by the full company. People who wish to participate should go to the folder, choose a couple of solos to learn, and be ready to make up the harmonies on the group songs. We will avoid large group rehearsals and improv the backgrounds during the concert.

TESTIMONY from SFGMC and Stephen Schwartz

If you haven't seen this, watch it now. It's a stunning song based on testimonies from the "It Gets Better" project, and the music is written by Broadway composer of "Wicked," the wonderful Stephen Schwartz. Also, wanted to send congrats to my buddy, Ken McPherson, who got his first mention in BroadwayWorld for his rendition of "Popular" from "Wicked." 

Day Of Silence.

Jim Brochu at Feinstein's April 29th.

Jim will be at Feinstein’s at the Regency on April 29th, premiering a part of his new show, “Jim Brochu: Character Man,” all about the great Broadway character men and the songs they got to introduce. In this preview, he’ll be singing songs introduced by David Burns, Barney Martin and Zero Mostel.
The evening, Randie Levine-Miller's Showstopper Divos, begins at 6:30pm with a glass of wine and dinner. The show starts at 8pm. Joining Jim will be Tony nominee Stephen Bogardus, MAC Award winner Nicolas King, Myles Savage from the original “Platters” and Broadway baby, and Kevin Spirtas.

The price of the evening is $125.00, includes the wine, dinner, show and party, a terrific price for Feinstein’s.

Order tickets here.

Lazarus Come Out

Here is a new performance of Lazarus Come Out, recorded March 11, 2012 with the sanctuary choir at Christ Church, Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Mark Janas, conductor.

Jim Brochu and Harvey Evans Thrill Broadway.

Jim flew in from his gig in Toronto to appear with Broadway legend, Harvey Evans -- a man I've never heard anyone say a single bad word about -- in a one-night benefit called "Broadway Backwards" for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.

In the show, men sing women's songs and women sing men's songs.

In their little spot, Jim and Harvey sang a song called "It's Never Too Late To Fall In Love." Jim ad libbed a crack about the "Smash" TV series which exploded like a neutron bomb. And then, the two of them, did an adorable song and dance, with encore! and stole the whole show.

PICS: THE OUT NYC

The other night, Jake and I scoped out The Out NYC, a gay and straight-friendly "urban resort." We didn't take pics that night, so I slipped over last night and just took some random shots. I love the phrase "straight-friendly." 

Those masks are chairs. 

This might be the widest hallway entrance for a small hotel in New York City.
The two guys were friendly, but it was too late to get a real tour of the rooms.

The XL nightclub is AMAZING, BTW. It's huge. And the stage is huge. The night we were there, a big Broadway artist was performing with a full band. The room enormous, but with nice cozy corners, a big floor with tables that can be cleared to make a dance floor. Its close proximity to the Broadway area tells me that this is going to be a very popular hang-out for show folk, especially if rich daddy types start to fly in.

With this on one block and the gorgeous wide-open Yotel 4th floor plaza on the next, Hell's Kitchen just keeps getting hotter (and no, they may NOT rename it MiMA).

THE LAST SESSION CD now at iTunes, Spotify and other streaming.

THE LAST SESSION may have been the first musical on the Net with its own website, but we've embarrassingly been a bit behind the times with getting the cast album online. No real explanation except that I wasn't exactly sure how to do it until Tunecore came along recently. For 50 bucks, they'll not only distribute to iTunes, but to every major streaming service and cybermart that's out there.

So, this week, I pawed through my dusty CD collection and found the original cast album -- and now it's available worldwide.

Fire up the Spotify or hit the iTunes store. It's all available to you now. Enjoy!

Here's the iTunes link.

New Glasses.

I have to confess I'm not much of a fashion icon.

I know. You don't believe me, but it's true. For me glasses have always been simply utilitarian. If I can see through them, then they're fine. I rarely give much thought to frames. So, when it came time to get new ones, I thought, "What kind would I get if I really wanted something attractive? How do I even know what to choose? I did not get the gay fashion gene."

The prescription was starting to feel old and the wire frames weren't holding the lens very well. It was time for a change.

My eye doc gave me the name of a place he felt could handle the special needs of my eye care. One eye is wonky, so I need a prism. And I need the line for the bifocal set a little high. Sometimes I have to wear my eye patch.

When I got to the store, which was down in the lower east Village, the guys -- who all seemed really cool -- made suggestions. I tried them on, but the fact is that I couldn't see them. Without my glasses, it's too fuzzy to see anything.

So, trusting them, I got these.

Then, I went over to my primary physician's office and reported all my good blood sugar news.

So, am I a glamour boy?

The Bonus Round Sessions CD will go online.

Made back in 2000, BRS consists of a live performance of most of the songs from The Last Session, plus a few demos and some early versions of songs that made their way into both The Big Voice: God or Merman? and New World Waking. The CD, a benefit project for Youth Guardian Services, has mostly been only available as a physical disc.

However, with the preponderance of people getting their music through streaming, I finally registered the album with Tunecore, which will then distribute it to both paid download and streaming services: iTunes Mexico, VerveLife, Rhapsody, Zune, MediaNet, Amazon MP3, Spotify, Google Music, iTunes U.S., iTunes Latin America (incl. Brazil), iTunes Australia/N.Z., iTunes Canada, Nokia, eMusic, iTunes UK/European Union, iTunes Japan.

I always found it very frustrating that I could find just about every artist in the world except me. And, for a guy who was an original Net pioneer, that's embarrassing!

It says it will take a few weeks for everything to be in place.

I'm particularly interested in the streaming services, such as Spotify, because a still mostly unknown artist like myself can become available immediately to people who might be reading about me for the first time.

And, given the fact that The Last Session is about to be revived, -- possibly in TWO internationally known theater cities (announcements soon) -- I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that people will come looking for the source!

I wish I had a full recording studio at my beck and call, so that I can make more albums. But I don't. Friends are suggesting I might enough support to do a Kickstarter campaign, but I don't know. Asking for money is so icky.

So, in the intervening years, I've mostly written for the stage or concert hall, hoping that, some day, I can revive, or at least revisit, myself as a solo performer. Singing last month in Olympia, Washington, lit a fire for me because I felt so at home with this folk audience. It was a similar feeling to singing at Kulak's Woodshed in Los Angeles.

As much as I enjoy dressing up and singing in a cabaret or theater, I feel so much more at home in a relaxed environment, where everyone's laid back, maybe having some tea, and wearing a few hippie patches on their jeans.

Maybe I'm just a simple folk singer, after all. Who knows? I'm too young to start labeling myself.

My Health Regimen Is Working.

Health.

It's such a funny fragile thing. 

When you're young, you really don't give it much thought. Everything just works, and it's all very resilient. Hurts get kissed away. Broken things mend. 

I don't think, as a young person, or even in my prime, in my 30s, was I ever concerned about my health. Maybe it's just not in the DNA of the my generation. Given much, we just consumed. And being from the South, it was usually fried.

So, as my diabetes has become more out of control, I've been testing my blood constantly. With Jim gone, I've had a chance to really focus on what I eat, and how much. I've also been doing light exercise. Squats and push-ups. And brisk walking.

And it's all working. My blood sugars had been hitting in the 180s and 190s.

This week, it was in the 80s - 110s, pre-meal.

In fact, it's been so good, that last night it was 68, which is borderline too low. In fact, 70 is where the doctor wanted me to start lowering the insulin dosage.

I've stayed mostly close to home. Cooked every meal myself, except for one night when I ate ONE piece of pizza (as opposed to devouring half the pie), and food off the Halal cart down on the corner -- chicken over rice (to which I add broccoli).

I've also been doing food prep work in the mornings. I've never thought about "food prep," to tell you the truth. But the fact is that since I'm a writer, I'm typing or playing the piano, and totally lose sense of time. Then, when I want to eat, I don't want to think about it. I just want to reach out, eat, and go back to my writing pod.

So, since, from the TV cooking shows, I learned about blanching, I go out and get fresh broccoli and asparagus from the farmer's market down the street. And each morning, I blanch it and keep it in the fridge alongside the chicken breasts, chopped turkey, and lean meats. I also chop up the salad mixings, which consist of dark colored lettuces and spinach. And I got some non-fat, non-sugar dressings.

It's really nice to have it at my fingertips when I don't want to pull myself away from my project.

But the time invested to carefully think about my diet is a new thing for me, even now at the age of 58. And my whole being is fighting against it. 

How I want to just pig out on pizza.

Adele's 60 Minutes Interview.

In this interview, Adele -- who is the biggest-selling singer/songwriter in the world right now -- said she wrote the songs from this last album for herself. It was stuff she needed to write to make herself feel good. It was not calculated, in terms of "trying" to write "hits." It was just a sincere cry from the heart, so to speak.

And that took me right back to the day I wrote "Connected," which was the snowball that created the avalanche called "The Last Session." (Big announcement coming soon. I promise.)

I remember that day so vividly, even as sick as I was because, after all the workshops and seminars I ran at National Academy of Songwriters, with "professionals" telling everyone to eliminate as much "personal detail" as possible, "so Whitney Houston can sing it," I said to myself, "I'm going to write a song that breaks every rule they've been laying down. I'll fill it with details that only my family and friends could possibly get.

IOW, I made a conscious effort to not write a hit song.

It became the biggest song of my career, except maybe for "Going It Alone," another song written purely and completely from the heart, with no regard for how anyone else might take it.

For years now, I've been giving this advice to young writers who approach me. Basically this: Don't write what you think other people might like. You'll be wrong every time. Instead, sit in a quiet room and ask yourself, "What would I most like to hear?" And then, write that.


It's tragic and sad what Whitney Houston did to herself. I don't know what demons haunted her, or what pain she was feeling that she could allow her life to fall so completely apart. Adele, who is a hilarious and witty woman, seems to have figured out how to get over things. Write about it and then purge it with the healing power of music.

Whitney Houston's death seemed more like the anticlimax of a play for which we already knew the ending. Even alive, she wasn't the Whitney her fans knew or recognized. I genuinely hope Adele is as real as she seems to be. I love that she is uninterested, in her shows, of doing anything but standing there and singing. That, for her, it's all about the music, and only the music.

I contrast that with Madonna's half-time show, where it wasn't about the music; it was about the spectacle. A body double could have been doing that routine and I bet we would have gotten the exact same show.

But, no double could stand on a stage and do Adele's show. Only Adele. She's the real thing. She's not famous for being famous, or for being naked, or for being a press whore. This is the first time I've even seen a full interview with her -- and she's as wickedly ballsy in the best Brit way as I was hoping. Shy, petrified of being on a stage, I think she rare and wonderful. Because her music is rare and wonderful. 

My Valentine's Day Gift.

Being alone in New York on Valentine's Day is not something I gave much thought to. As I've mentioned before, Jim and I aren't that sentimental about dates, holidays, birthdays, etc. Not that we don't acknowledge them -- even if just on the morning they occur -- but this policy has kept us both of us out of trouble, and free from the last minute panic of trying to think of something.

So, it wasn't like I was feeling forlorn on this cold New York City night, as I stepped into the 2 train heading uptown to 96th, where you change to the 1, get off at 116th St., and walk four blocks north. Okay, maybe a little bit I was wishing Jimmy would be here to see and hear this, the Discover Opera! group from Manhattan School of Music singing a Valentine's Day cabaret.

And, BTW, it's ironic that on this night a heterosexual couple would be singing our personal love song from "The Big Voice: God or Merman?" because the press release was going out announcing Jim's participation in a benefit concert called "Broadway Backwards," where he'll be partnering with Harvey Evans, to sing a song made famous by women -- which is how "Broadway Backwards" works. Women sing men songs, or gay couples sing love duets from classic musicals.

Wouldn't a straight couple singing "How Do You Fall Back In Love?" qualify?

Well, it did for me this night.

A Valentine's Day concert where two young people would be singing a song I wrote for Jim. How much more romantic could life get?

And, btw, Brad Lassiter and Maren Clair Weinberger were INCREDIBLE this night. They sang magnificently. I should add that the rest of the cast were also spectacular. Mark Janas, the musical director, and Andy Gale, the director, really outdid themselves. Lucky, lucky kids to have such great professionals so early in their careers.

How do *I* get into Manhattan School of Music??

Entrance to Columbia University, near the Manhattan School of Music.

A quick chicken gyro before the show.

Steve with Maren Clair Weinberger (who sang the  "girl" part of "How Do You Fall?")

Steve with Brad Lassiter (who sang the "boy" part of "How Do You Fall?")

Steve with Matt Montana.

Steve with Rachael Hirsch.

 I would have taken more photos with the other cast members, but it was too dark at the restaurant for my camera. It doesn't have a flash.

New Diabetic Meds and Regimen.

Saw a new endocrinologist last week because my blood sugars were out of control, again. So, they changed me from pills and two shots a day, to a single shot of the basal insulin, plus three shots a day of regular insulin. And I have to test constantly.

So far, I've been doing well. But, man, it feels like more and more chains are being put on me. I can't leave the house without insulin in my pocket, testing equipment, watches, etc.

But, every time I start to bitch and moan about it, I think back to a time when people did not have insulin. Or when insulin had to kept cold until usage. Or measured out in syringes.

Now, with these fabulous new pen devices, all one has to do is stick the insulin in your pocket, twist the end to measure the amount, and go for it.

So, I will not bitch about my new circumstances.

Much.

Photo album: Restaurant Row NYC

46th street, also called restaurant row.
We're on a quest to find Jake!

Russian restaurant.

Several Italian restaurants.

Here's where Jake works. 

And there he is!