Big
heart, big soul make for big night
By Lee Grant
San Diego Union-Tribune
ARTS EDITOR
Photo: BaltoBoy Steve
February 20, 2004
"Come on-a my house .
. . I'm gonna give you everything."
– a song by Rosemary Clooney
It was Bette Midler's house Wednesday night at the San Diego Sports
Arena, and she gave her thousands of guests everything – spectacular
Broadway numbers, poignant solo tunes, singalongs, loads of bawdy
jokes and misty reminiscences.
There were two songs from her
fine new album, "Bette Midler Sings the Rosemary Clooney Songbook,"
one of them "Come On-A My House," the other "Hey
There," both from the '50s. Midler savored them, showing deep
respect for someone who'd been called "one of the best friends
a song ever had." With vintage portraits of Clooney hanging
from the ceiling, Midler said, "She's such a big soul."
And so is Midler, 58, named
by her mother for actress Bette Davis, then changing the pronunciation
to Bet. This night, she treated her audience like buddies, sharing
gossip and laughs, heartaches and tears. As for San Diego, she was
glad to be back (Midler last performed here in 1999).
"Ah, the San Diego Sports
Arena," she said, taking in the huge, creaky cavern, "where
famous people yearn to play . . . home of the Gulls, the only San
Diego team that actually wins. (Pause) Then there's beautiful Petco
Park, the only stadium that has a water dish at every seat and a
chew toy."
This was the tone of the night,
Midler's comedic gifts often overshadowing her musical ones. She
called the folks down front (top ticket price: $154) "my own
little Rancho Santa Fe."
Midler arrived wearing a nautical-style
ensemble while suspended on a white carousel horse (the show's elaborate
set re-created a turn-of-the-century Coney Island). "I had
to wrestle a sailor to the ground in Coronado for this outfit,"
she said.
When she got to the songs,
particularly the ballads like Tom Waits' "Shiver Me Timbers,"
they had the Midler aura – poignant, notes lovingly caressed. On
the Hoagy Carmichael-Johnny Mercer tune "Skylark," she
sang simply, hands on hips, her warm voice making its way to the
rafters despite wretched acoustics (even for the notorious Sports
Arena) that muddied the words.
Midler still performs with
her "staggering" backup group, The Harlettes, of which,
she said, "We have a great relationship. They adore me and
I pay them." The trashy trio joined her on "Boogie Woogie
Bugle Boy of Company B," Midler's nifty hit of the classic
Andrew Sisters tune. In a clever staging, three screens were synchronized
with video of previous Midler performances of the song, each at
a different stage of her career – that's four Midlers and the three
Harlettes all vocalizing together.
There was one real flop chunk
in the nearly three-hour show. Midler carries a grudge against CBS
for dumping her short-lived TV sitcom in 2000. In a forced bit,
a filmed episode of "Judge Judy" was created with Midler
facing off against a CBS executive whose entire head was the network's
logo. In the end, Judge Judy ordered Midler to "apologize to
every person who ever owned a TV set."
A moment that did work was
Midler's rendition of "Chapel of Love" (first performed
by her in 1972 on "The Divine Miss M" album). As she sang,
"Going to the chapel, and we're going to get married,"
photos of famous couples that have broken up flashed on a screen
– Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie, Anne Heche and Ellen DeGeneres,
Jennifer Lopez and three guys (including a certain actor), Michael
Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley, Liza Minnelli and David Gest.
Observed Midler, "People
in show business should not intermarry or breed."
Near evening's end, Midler
delivered the songs with which she's most identified – "From
a Distance" (honed to a gospel-like passion); "Do You
Want to Dance" (Midler sliding and strutting gracefully across
the stage: "You wanna dance with me, baby?"), and "Wind
Beneath My Wings" (Grammys' Record of the Year in 1989).
It ended with "The Rose,"
Midler inviting the gathered: "Won't you sing with me?"
They did. Noted she, to the throng, "You sound good."
You, too, Miss M.
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