His lyrics need a good lyricist and his music a tune now and again but his enthusiasm is infectious, he’s humorous, engaging – and he knows his Darwin.
I first heard Florence Foster Jenkins one morning on the radio. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe that anyone could sing so badly, have the nerve to be recorded and that a reputable radio station would play it. All was explained when the announcer reminded us that it was April Fool’s Day.
To tell you the truth, I wanted the play to end before it did because I was so confused, so involved, so anxious and so pent up about what they call this “cat and mouse thriller” that I wasn’t sure where it was going.