“A very, like, Rudy moment, carrying us off the field,” she says. Like, I don't know, ‘Make me another drink, bitch,’ and you have to make that into a song.” It sounds like fodder for a future scene in Somebody Somewhere-the green light for season two having arrived at an auspicious time, as Everett details below. “If it were up to me, I would just lay on the couch and stare at the wall all day, so I need to have deadlines and goals.” The group also has a hook challenge-“which is some funny shit that somebody said at the previous songwriter’s. “I have my songwriter group on Tuesday, and I do not have a song,” she says of her monthly meetup with a handful of friends, designed to light a creative fire under everyone’s ass. ![]() The same is true for Everett in this three-day wellness diary, where ’70s soul warms up a frigid walk. And all of us-in the audience, on the couch-get to bask in the raucous glory. (In addition to her 2015 Comedy Central special, Gynecological Wonder, she has toured with Amy Schumer, turned up in the original Sex and the City movie, and played a karaoke-slaying mother in 2017’s Patti Cake$.) The aforementioned bosom aside, there’s another elemental through line: “For Sam and for Bridget, there is a connection to the world through the world of music,” Everett says. She is calling from home on the Upper West Side, not far from the restaurant jobs she juggled for years while building momentum onstage. ![]() “Big tits with a tender underbelly? I think that's what they have in common,” Everett says, laughing. There is Bridget the downtown cabaret legend-spangled, sweaty, outrageously mesmerizing-who channels the collective id with lyrics like “What I gotta do to get that dick in my mouth?” Meanwhile, on Somebody Somewhere, her semi-autobiographical show now quietly winning hearts on HBO, she plays Sam, a forty-something woman adrift in her Kansas hometown, who comes alive at an after-hours variety show, belting out power ballads from her high school songbooks. There’s a twinkle in her eye, and an unmistakable sweetness underlies her most provocative stunts.įor those of us who missed out on Bette Midler’s Continental Baths gigs in the early ’70s, this evening is a fitting proxy - a potent blend of big voice, big personality and big humor.īest of all, you get the sense Everett is just getting started.What makes a feel-good show? Bridget Everett has figured it out, via two tonally distinct personas. ![]() “Shut up, nobody cares.” Aggressive as it sounds, Everett is more charming than antagonizing. “What’s your name?” she asked one man, then cut him off as he opened his mouth. With numbers such as “Put Your D–k Away” and “Titties” and a stream of profane banter, “Rock Bottom” is as blue as it gets.īut what makes the show truly memorable is its propriety-busting physicality.Ĭlad in a barely there dress - basically a sheet hanging by the flimsiest of threads - Everett throws herself at the songs and her audience with loony gusto, which is why only the brave should sit near the stage. But what makes her unique is her fearlessness: There’s nothing she won’t say or do. Bridget Everett works the audience in “Rock Bottom.” Kevin Yatarolaīut like Everett’s 2007 show “At Least It’s Pink,” this one’s more of a cabaret performance: a star backed by a small onstage band performing numbers held together by a loose narrative and ad-libs.Īs a singer, Everett can belt with the best of them, sometimes with an unexpected vulnerability. “Rock Bottom,” presented by the Public Theater, is billed as a musical, mostly because it’s more scripted than her usual fare, with original material Everett wrote with the “Hairspray” team of Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, along with Matt Ray and Beastie Boy Ad-Rock. ![]() It’s no surprise Everett’s made a cult name for herself, thanks to a unhinged concerts (with her band, the Tender Moments) and guest spots (on the now-defunct live variety show “Our Hit Parade”). The other night, she drank someone’s cocktail before dribbling it back into his mouth, then had a mild-mannered, middle-aged man lick whipped cream off her arm. “This motherf–king train is about to go off the rails.” ‘Tonight, I’m gonna say some s–t, and then I’m gonna do some s–t, and then I still won’t be done,” Bridget Everett warned us at “Rock Bottom,” her new show.
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