‘Melissa Etheridge: My Window’ Broadway Review: A Rocker’s Life In Hits, With Some Misses
29.09.2023 - 01:03
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There’s no question that Melissa Etheridge is an inviting performer, whether she’s beckoning through her window or simply asking us to enjoy some of the great rock singing ever – and, yes, at 62 she is still a great rock singer, her raspy voice as rangy, powerful and, when she wants, as subtle as it was during her 1990s breakthrough days.
Making her Broadway debut in a solo (well, mostly) song and story show, Melissa Etheridge: My Window, opens tonight at Circle in the Square – a tricky, in-the-round venue that usually undoes traditional plays but her allows the ever-genial, always energetic performer to pace the aisles and rub elbows and share whispers and hugs with fans here for not only for the hits but to be in Etheridge’s starry glow.
Written by Etheridge with wife and Nurse Jackie co-creator Linda Wallem Etheridge, and directed by Amy Tinkham, My Window is, as the title suggests, a look inside Etheridge’s life, or perhaps lives, as in both personal and professional, young and old, happy and sad. Clearly inspired by Bruce Springsteen’s 2017 Springsteen on Broadway, Etheridge intersperses autobiographical tales though the many songs, memories both happy and bittersweet and, in a couple cases, devastating.
Etheridge, her co-writer and her director, don’t copy Springsteen and his director Thom Zimny exactly, expecially when it came to such dramaturgical details as pacing and weight, crucial decisions like what memory to let breathe and linger, and which nightmare to unleash full force for dramatic impact.
Don’t misunderstand: Most of My Window is as delightful as Etheridge herself. A born performer – she’s been at this as long as she can remember, and began earning a small living at age 12 singing in the bars, honky