What is better than screaming showtunes at the top of your lungs in a room full of people just as crazy about theatre as you? I adore going to piano bars and being surrounded by people who appreciate the golden age of musicals. Joining in on “O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A” brings me a smile from ear to ear.
On Saturday, my friends and I went on our annual P-Town trip, and had a fabulous night singing along at the Crown and Anchor with the ahmaazing Bobby Wetherbee. At one point, an older man turned to me and said, “How do you know all these songs? You are way too young to know South Pacific!” I looked at him in shock; I grew up with these musicals and have the Broadway XM radio station on constantly, it was a no brainer that I knew all these songs! After chatting with him, he proudly pointed out his wife to me who was swaying to the music and singing Mame. “That’s my wife. She loves musicals too. She used to be a dancer!” It was so cute to see him so proud.
Some may consider piano bars cheesy, or over the top, or that I'm slightly obnoxious to be singing “Do, a Deer, a Female Deer,” loud enough for those at the Von Trapp Lodge to hear. But I think it’s wonderful that there are havens around the country where it’s acceptable and encouraged to sing the timeless showtunes that inspired so many people. Plain and simple, it just makes me happy.
--Jacqueline Chambers