Scott Nevins, that flashy boy from Flushing who abandoned NYC for Los Angeles (traitor!), was back in town with a new stand-up show at the Metropolitan Room, and he was not taking NO for an answer. He wanted me to come, and he wanted me to pay. This was a foreign concept to me. How did one do it...pay...for a show? (In reality, I do it all the time, but I'm definitely spoiled when it comes to shows I intend to review.)
As a kid, Scott says he shit glitter when he discovered a "Dorothy" from The Wizard of Oz doll.
Well, I believe in supporting theater, and in supporting talent, and let me tell you, dropping $20 on Scott Nevins is a can't-lose proposition and sounds fun even if no stage is around. His NYC comeback show was sharp, charming and as funny as he is ripped. It's cruel that someone with such prominent abs should be able to incite so many belly laughs, but Nevins, with a combo of scatological humor, family gossip, celebrity dish and self-targeted barbs about his own vanity and love life, does just that.
As funny as his other material was (in particular his tales of growing up in a drunken Irish Catholic family), I was partial to his celebrity observations, as in the shit the little spy noticed while he was working with people like Lisa Vanderpump (or was that "Vandercunt?"), Lorna Luft (a good pal of his now), Carol Channing (he's one of her favorite people once she figures out who the hell he is) and others. In the same way his wit captures their idiosyncrasies, his beautiful singing voice captures Judy Garland—he ended his raucous set by singing relatively contemporary songs like "What's Love Got to Do With It?", "Last Dance," "It's Not Right, But It's Okay" and "Like a Virgin" as Garland, the last of which I recorded and posted above with his kind permission.