Alt-Cabaret Provocateur Bridget Everett Is the Most Exciting Performer in New York City

Everett describes her rapport with Joe's Pub audiences as "fucking 200 people, and we're going to have coffee in the morning!"
Everett describes her rapport with Joe's Pub audiences as "fucking 200 people, and we're going to have coffee in the morning!"
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"Hit the track!" Bridget Everett growls as she lowers herself to the lip of the Joe's Pub stage, lifting the hem of her flowing silver gown to flash the sold-out crowd in time to the slinky r&b beat.

"Short one, long one, doesn't matter/Just suck on that bean, watch it get fatter/You've had a bad day, you're feeling like shit/You want to beat something up? Beat up this clit/Here's the combination to my lovely lady locker/She'll pop in your mouth like Orville Redenbacher."

Everett tosses aside the flopping pink dildo she'd earlier suctioned to the adjacent table and moves a couple's drinks to safety. Inching forward on thighs and buttocks, her calves encircle a man seated front and center.

"Eat it, eat it," she sings, repeating her song's titular chorus.

A backup singer presents a can of whipped cream. Everett grins down at the audience member she's targeted.

"Eat it, eat it," she coos. "Eat it, eat it."

Everett gives the can a vigorous shake, traces a frothy line up her black panties, and interlaces her fingers behind his head.

"Eat it, eat it."

His face descends and Everett's legs gyrate like Elvis in an earthquake. Glancing down again, she laughs, her serious-sensual façade breaking into giddiness.

"Cut the track!" she hollers. The band fades out behind her. "Stand up and show everybody what it's like to be a man!"

He rises and turns: nose, mouth and chin covered in white foam, arms raised triumphantly. The room loses its collective mind.

Over the past hour Everett has swigged from something stuffed into a brown paper bag and from something else in a bottle gussied up in pink foil, and has helped herself to several audience members' wine glasses. She's reached under what had been a black-and-white cheetah-print skirt — since reversed and exploding outward in rose tulle — to pull a tube of lip gloss from an ambiguous hiding spot and dab her lips. A grown man portraying one of Everett's (several) unwanted pregnancies has stumbled blindly out a side door in bald cap and adult diaper, harmonizing with Everett to the saccharine duet "Let Me Live" as he made his way onstage and into her arms. ("If they were all that sweet," she sighed, the "baby" perched atop her knee, "I woulda kept 'em.")

The audience's gasping roar — a vocal celebration of Everett's fearless pushing of performance boundaries, and of their own foresight in snagging tickets for tonight's dress rehearsal — has been building steadily all night. And with the exaggerated oral-sex simulation, Everett grants the delirious crowd permission to bust an emotional nut.

"It's like you're on a great date and you just want to keep going!" Everett enthuses later of Joe's Pub, her home venue since 2008. "Go to the next bar and then go back to bed and have sex and then do it again and then make French toast and have a fucking espresso! That's how I feel when I'm performing there. It's like I'm fucking 200 people and we're going to have coffee in the morning!"

Her metaphoric bedmates hail from diverse worlds. Everett's soaring, purring voice — which croons lube-soaked choruses like "Tell me, does this dick make my ass look big?" — is classically trained. Her commanding stage outfits, often flung loose to reveal racy undergarments, or, on occasion, nothing at all, will soon be featured in a photography book by clothing designer Todd Oldham. With performance artists Kenny Mellman and Neal Medlyn, she helped spearhead a four-year run of the monthly live pop-covers show "Our Hit Parade" at Joe's. She's shared the Carnegie Hall stage with Patti LuPone, while her band, the Tender Moments, includes one of the surviving Beastie Boys.

In the world of stand-up comedy, Everett is best known for closing out the 2013 and 2014 season finales of Comedy Central's Inside Amy Schumer with full-contact performances of her songs "Titties" and "What I Gotta Do (To Get That Dick in My Mouth)?" In the acting realm, she's popped up as a wannabe personal assistant to Carrie Bradshaw in the first Sex and the City film; as a bus passenger heading to a conjugal visit on CBS sitcom 2 Broke Girls; and, most recently, in two Schumer sketches.

In June, Everett visited Utah to participate in the Sundance Institute's Directors Lab program. As the star of writer-director Geremy Jasper's debut feature, Patti Cake$, she workshopped a role the Institute's official website described as "a big girl with big dreams of rap superstardom."

Yet music remains Everett's driving passion. Headlining comedy clubs and hanging with Sundance founder Robert Redford are all well and good, but singing, she says, is the only discipline in which "Even at my worst, I'm still gonna give 120 percent."

Since her 2007 debut live show, At Least It's Pink, Everett has infused a unique brand of just-go-for-it into the downtown performance scene. Rather than relying on slick self-promotion, Everett focuses on delivering show after unforgettable show. Given all the motorboating, table-dancing and pillar-humping, she's unquestionably a rampant violator of personal space. But Everett's physicality is only one element of the impression she leaves onstage. Presenting her life as an open book and her hang-ups as something best worked through in public, Everett is an artist who wiggles boldly into laps and minds alike.

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Everett and designer Larry Krone finalize wardrobe options for Rock Bottom.
Everett and designer Larry Krone finalize wardrobe options for Rock Bottom.
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"Fuck yeah I want to do that!" Everett remembers answering. Walking home one autumn afternoon in 2012 from her coffee joint on the Upper West Side, she received a phone call from Joe's Pub director Shanta Thake offering her a National Endowment for the Arts grant.

Back home, Everett sat with the idea. She'd have to write a whole new show, and she didn't know if she had it in her. She started, she says, "to shit my pants."

"Sometimes I put a lot of pressure on myself, and then I get a writer's block," Everett acknowledges. "I think everybody does that, but I never would have written a new show if I didn't get a grant. I'm always someone who's like, 'Book it, and then do it!' "

"I wouldn't say it's a typical Public Theater show," Thake concedes of the now-actualized production — Everett has titled it Rock Bottom — which opens the Public Theater's 2014-15 downtown season as part of its "New York Voices" series. "But her unapologetic, in-your-face voice is one the Public has been a champion of for a long time. Hers just takes a different form...a lot of different forms.

"Bridget is just one of those artists who literally changes people in the audience," she adds. "It can feel really raunchy, but then her vulnerability onstage is unmatched. I've never seen a performer that can feel so vulnerable and so like the girl next door that people are rooting for her in the most unexpected ways."

Along with financial backing, the NEA grant provided Everett an opportunity to partner with collaborators of her choosing. Everett knew precisely who would best imbue Rock Bottom, which runs from September 9 through October 11, with a deeper sense of theatricality.

Those collaborators turned out to be a couple of industry heavy hitters. Five-time Oscar nominee and Emmy-winning songwriter Marc Shaiman — who has worked on Saturday Night Live, numerous Academy Awards telecasts and 70-plus films — was enlisted, as was his partner, Scott Wittman, whose directorial credits extend to the 1970s and include live shows starring Bette Midler, Martin Short, and Dame Edna. Together, Shaiman and Wittman won a Best Original Score Tony and Best Musical Show Grammy for Hairspray.

Long counting himself a fan, Wittman says he "begged" an initially wary Everett to appear in Jukebox Jackie, his 2012 tribute to drag queen and former Warhol Superstar Jackie Curtis. Though the show only ran at La MaMa for a few weeks, Everett and Wittman became friends.

In the summer of 2013, after returning from a year abroad prepping a London musical production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Shaiman and Wittman decided Everett needed to escape the distractions of the city to concentrate on writing Rock Bottom. Her new seasonal office: poolside at Wittman's Amagansett house, on Long Island's South Shore. Three successful test performances followed in autumn.

Rock Bottom is an entirely different beast than Everett's regular Joe's Pub monthly. The show arrives less than a year after the Tender Moments — bassist Adam "Ad-Rock" Horovitz, pianist Matt Ray, guitarist Mike Jackson, and drummer Carmine Covelli — released their debut album, Pound It, on Everett's own Beavertails Music. (The label name nods to a line from "Titties": "You got them little nippy titties/Put 'em in the air/She got them tube-sock titties/She put 'em in the air/I got these beavertail titties/Put 'em in the air/Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up!")

"She's a great singer, she writes really great songs, and she's an amazing performer," says Horovitz, who co-produced Pound It and contributed the Rock Bottom rhythm tracks alongside Ray's piano compositions. "[But she's] not necessarily a perfectionist. As long as the vocals are right and the feeling of the song is how she wanted to portray it, she's not necessarily detail-oriented. [It's] more broad strokes. In music and in her life."

Like At Least It's Pink, co-written by Mellman and former Sex and the City honcho Michael Patrick King, Rock Bottom's narrative is both autobiographical and inordinately graphic.

"If they can get over the shock of many of the elements of it, her compassion and her humanity really comes through," says Shaiman. "And that's what makes all the greats great."

"She's just a total package, something that is so truly, truly original that you don't ever feel she's imitating or borrowing or taking from anyone else," Wittman adds. "What you're seeing, no one else could do...I love exposing people to her, and her exposing herself to them."

Wittman lists Nathan Lane, Matthew Broderick, and Sarah Jessica Parker, as well as multiple Grammy- and Tony winner LuPone, among those who have been taken with Everett's dynamic performances. "Everyone I've brought [to see Everett perform] has fallen in love with her," he enthuses.

LuPone was smitten from Everett's first Jukebox Jackie entrance. "When she came out in her underwear and everybody screamed, it wasn't in shock, but it was in great appreciation," LuPone says. "Then she opened her mouth, and I couldn't believe what came out of her throat. When I went backstage, I said, 'You've got a lot of guts and a great voice!' And that was the beginning of our friendship."

Everett, who shares an April 21 birthday with LuPone, invited the Broadway legend onstage during a February 2013 Tender Moments show to sing Queen/David Bowie's "Under Pressure." LuPone returned the courtesy that November, welcoming Everett onto the Carnegie Hall stage for a duet of "Me and Bobby McGee."

Two nights later the duo reprised the Janis Joplin cover on Everett's home turf: in a champagne-spitting, dildo-flaunting rendition at Joe's. LuPone says she noticed that night that some of her uptown crowd had followed Everett downtown.

Her friendship with LuPone is hardly an exception, as Everett possesses a demonstrable knack for winning over fellow artists.

She and Schumer became friends after sharing the same flight and hotel shuttle heading to the 2010 Just for Laughs festival in Montreal. The industry-heavy pressure cooker unnerved Everett to the point that she wanted to hide out in her hotel room.

"It's hard for me to hang out with comics sometimes, because everyone is so rapid-fire and everybody's so funny," she shrugs. "And I'm not really like that in person." (Wittman concurs, describing Everett as "a schoolteacher" offstage.)

But she and Schumer, then a rising stand-up, bonded over a shared love of Chardonnay. Everett appreciated the JFL vet serving as a wingman in unfamiliar territory; Schumer identified a kindred spirit.

Schumer soon asked Everett to open a run of shows at Atlanta's Punchline Comedy Club. "She's my favorite live performer, and I think that she changes people's lives when they see her perform," Schumer says. "So I want people to see her. If I have any say, she will be a household name."

Everett worried her cabaret sensibilities wouldn't translate to the world of mainstream comedy rooms. Schumer saw things differently: "I couldn't follow her [onstage]!" she says.

"No one can follow her! It was like, 'She'll make me raise my game. She'll make me work so hard to go on after her.' "

Schumer asked Everett to open roughly two dozen road dates throughout 2012 and 2013. They've also vacationed together, including a trip to New Orleans that Schumer calls "the fucking best time." After a night of bar-hopping, the pair found themselves in a gay strip club, where a dancer jumped down from the stage wearing only a thong, made a beeline for Everett, and asked if he could motorboat her.

"She's like, 'Sure!' " Schumer says, recalling the dancer shaking his face back and forth between Everett's breasts. "She didn't even hesitate. He motorboats her and he goes back up and is dancing. He's like, 'I'll be here tomorrow!' [He was] trying to make a future date with her. And it wasn't weird that that happened. That's a perfect example of going out with her, because she's so free and fun to be around." Schumer now considers Everett one of her best friends.

Everett soon moved on to headlining comedy clubs herself. "It's really blown things wide open for me," Everett admits. "The cabaret world has limited options where you can go do your thing, so I was happy that she put me on that path."

In addition to the Adelaide International Cabaret Festival, to date, Everett has performed at the New York Comedy Festival, Austin's Fun Fun Fun Fest and Washington State's Sasquatch! Music Festival. Last September she appeared on Kristen Schaal and Kurt Braunohler's Hot Tub variety show as part of Brooklyn's Eugene Mirman Comedy Festival.

"I was literally doubled over laughing, couldn't breathe," says Mirman, who had been unfamiliar with her stage show. "It was just one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. There aren't lots of acts where you go and you genuinely don't know what they'll do, and don't know what will happen. I think that sort of energy in live performance is amazing."

After watching Everett spit into the audience a mouthful of liquid from a brown paper bag, expose her nipples, and drag character comic Nick Kroll onstage to hoist her into a horizontal flying position atop his legs, Mirman found himself blown away by her "charming, intense audacity."

"She definitely goes to places that are different from standard acts for most stand-ups," he says. "She's a sort of hybrid of cabaret and stand-up and performance art and music and wonder."

This year alone Everett hit February's SF Sketchfest, May's Boston incarnation of Mirman's festival, and, in June, the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival. During the finale of the latter show, Everett, in her own unique celebration of Father's Day, shepherded a man from the audience onto the stage. He'd "already received a face full earlier in the show," recounts Rachèle "Rocky" Benloulou-Dubin, who books Bonnaroo's Comedy Theatre. "He was there with his daughter. Cool, right? Wrong! He ran away! Ran offstage, genuinely terrified." Everett ended up chasing him, but the man had no intention of returning to the stage. "The audience was losing their mind," says Benloulou-Dubin. "In perfect Bridget style, she went back into the crowd, pulled his daughter up onstage, and sat on her face."

She closed the show by wishing everyone a happy Father's Day.  

Laugh-In producer George Schlatter (center) enjoying a recent Everett show.
Laugh-In producer George Schlatter (center) enjoying a recent Everett show.
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Of Rock Bottom's 10 songs, three serious ballads peppered throughout establish themselves as the rawest junctures in the show. The most unexpected and revealing number, "Get Over You," arrives midway.

"You remember when you're little and your mom would get real shit-faced and she would sit in her chair listening to [Barry] Manilow and crying and you would brush her hair — you remember that?" Everett asks onstage. "And just right before you thought she was going to black out, she'd say, 'Get in the car; we're going for a ride'? This was back when drinking and driving was still cool...and we would go and end up outside of my dad's office or apartment or whatever, and she would roll down her window and smoke her Benson & Hedges and say, 'Go take a look in the window,' " where the young Everett saw her father engaged in a sexual act with another woman.

"You ever see Sleeping With the Enemy?" the present-day Everett continues, referencing the Julia Roberts thriller about escaping an abusive relationship. She wraps herself in a black-and-red kimono-style robe, settles atop a stool, and grasps the brown-bagged bottle in her right hand. "My childhood was just like that, up before the 'she gets away' part."

Everett then jumps ahead, describing her father dying years later "of that Patrick Swayze cancer."

When she flew home to see him for the last time, she recalls saying, "I love you, Dad," as she left his bedroom.

"Marry money," he replied.

"I'd like to dedicate this song to everyone in the DDC: the Dead Dad Club," Everett tells the crowd. "Well, you'll all be there soon enough, so it's basically for everybody. Hit the track!"

Everett was born the youngest of six children in 1972 in Manhattan, Kansas, a college town two hours west of Kansas City. Appropriately, the city is nicknamed "The Little Apple." Her music-teacher mother encouraged piano lessons, voice lessons, and an appreciation for Barry Manilow. Everett rarely saw her father, who was an attorney. Though her parents didn't divorce until she was eight, they'd split acrimoniously by the time she arrived.

Everett was a popular student who participated in both traditional and show choir, and early on she knew that she wanted to dedicate her life to music. And that "The Little Apple" wasn't the place to do it.

She attended Arizona State University on a full choral scholarship, diving into the world of opera and its requisite Italian, German, French, Spanish, and diction classes. "But my brain doesn't retain that sort of stuff, which is pretty problematic if you want to be an opera singer," she confesses. "It was one of the early red flags that maybe that wasn't the correct career for me."

The self-proclaimed wild child also preferred drinking and smoking pot over exacting firm self-discipline. "When I'm singing classically I can't drink coffee, I can't drink alcohol, I have to sleep nine hours a night to have that crystal-clear tone, and I just knew I didn't have that in me. I wanted to live my life both onstage and offstage."

Unsure of her next move, Everett hung around Phoenix after earning a vocal performance degree, working at the first-ever P.F. Chang's restaurant and spending summers at Maine's Dirty Dancing-esque Quisisana Resort. There, she waited tables by day and performed showtunes for guests at night.

Approaching the end of her twenties, her most prominent gig was singing the national anthem before Phoenix Municipal Stadium's spring-training games. Otherwise she spent the mid-'90s partying, "going apeshit" in karaoke bars, and "slipping into a lifetime of sadness."

Her circle of Phoenix friends comprised a druggy crowd. One night when things went too far, Everett passed out and was sexually assaulted. The attack spurred her into action.

"I needed a reason to leave," she says in hindsight. "It's probably not the right reason to leave, but I needed a push. I needed a reason to go to follow my dreams. I know that sounds stupid, but I didn't even know what my dream was. I just knew I wanted to be a singer. And living in Arizona, I wasn't finding my way."

Everett rented a Ryder truck and left town the next day. She hasn't set foot in the state since.  

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Running a yellow tape measure down the sleeve of Everett's cheetah-print kimono, Larry Krone asks his muse, "Is that a good length?"

"Oh, yeah, I liiike 24 inches," Everett intones.

Kicky female country-pop fills an East Village living room that is bursting with color. Behind Krone's orange-checked couch, red, green, and blue retro tables, and a teal footrest, stacks of clear plastic tubs filled with fabric rise to the ceiling.

Krone creates digital art, writes songs, and, in his free time, teaches art classes at the Bronx's Hope of Israel Senior Center. He's also served as Everett's personal designer (and sometime ukulele player) for five years, making flouncy, extravagant stage outfits under the label name House of Larrèon. At the moment the two are finalizing options for July 9 and 10's Rock Bottom run-throughs. Everett holds up what looks like a glittery beige spiderweb. "I'm so turned on by this fabric right now!"

"We could do a bikini, like a Barbarella kind of thing," Krone suggests. He reaches for a hunk of something covered in red, black, and gold sequins, weighing its usefulness in different song scenarios."But with the motorboating," Everett reasons, "I don't want to hurt anybody."

They flip through zebra stripes, a candy-cane pattern, and an expanse of red lips on a black background before landing on a green-and-white-checked dress bordered by gold rickrack and tassels. The name of this particular design: "Gingham Style." Others include "Titty Dress," "Pussy Dress," "Coral Queef," and "PCP," which alternately stands for "Puffy Cream Pie" or "Pussy Cream Pie," depending on the wearer's mood.

Krone designs looks as a unique extension of a specific person for a specific performance. His masterpiece is the silver "Venus de Larrèon," a long, shoulderless gown held up by a single gold band running under Everett's arms. She models it in Look Book, a new Oldham photography collection of Krone's designs.

Says Everett of Look Book, "It celebrates not just the dresses that he's made, but also the time in our lives."

After leaving Arizona, Everett arrived in NYC in 1997. She soon met actor Zach Shaffer at a party, and within weeks the two became roommates. Walking down the street one day, Shaffer told his new friend he wanted to take her to a drag cabaret show called Kiki and Herb, a melding of monologues and medleys starring Justin Bond and Kenny Mellman. Shaffer had a hunch she'd dig it.

The show, Everett stresses, blew her Midwestern mind wide open.

"Growing up in Kansas, the only showbiz I was doing was jazz hands," she says. "I didn't understand what was out there. I had no idea. I was like, 'Holy shit, there's all these people who are super funny and larger than life and creative in a way I didn't even know existed!' "

With Shaffer, Everett first saw then befriended drag queen Sweetie, drag king Murray Hill, and numerous other scene lynchpins who were "just doing weird and bizarre shit." The freedom, madcap craziness, and loyal community spirit were intoxicating. Everett knew she'd found her calling. "It felt like people were doing exactly what they wanted to do and there were no rules," she reminisces. "It still feels that way."

The next decade saw Everett waitressing at Ruby Foo's, a Times Square Asian restaurant popular with theatergoers; singing karaoke; and co-hosting, with Mellman, a variety show called Automatic Vaudeville at nonprofit Hell's Kitchen theater Ars Nova. By January 2007 she'd built up to At Least It's Pink, an autobiographical show incorporating being from a small town, being a waitress, and being a karaoke junkie. (Fans point to the song "Two for One Special," which describes a Planned Parenthood visit that results in Everett's discovering she possesses a double uterus — and thus requiring a second abortion — as a unanimous highlight.) She became discouraged when the 12-week Ars Nova run earned plenty of industry attention but failed to rocket her to stardom.

At that same time, just a year after her father passed away, Everett's oldest sister, Brinton, died of bone cancer that had metastasized to her brain.

The two were close. Everett remembers Brinton as the sweet and sensitive sibling, and the member of her immediate family who most understood and supported her move to New York. Even when Brinton struggled through an ugly drug habit, she always called to check in and reconfirm her belief in her baby sister. Unable to conventionally verbalize her emotions, Everett wrote the song "Endless Road," a track on Pound It, as a way to honor and communicate with Brinton in spirit.

That loss, coupled with an uncertain future, left Everett deeply depressed. Murray Hill sensed his friend needed a boost, and encouraged her to, in Everett's words, "get outside, get some vitamin D, [and] do something healthy and fun." Hill invited her to join his McCarren Park softball team, Team Pressure, which included regulars Horovitz, Covelli, and Mellman.

"Her softball career started out huge," says team manager Horovitz. Not only did Everett win the Rookie of the Year, co-MVP, and Rising Star awards, but Horovitz still describes with awe her defensive play of the season, a line drive that Everett speared while lunging out parallel to the ground before diving in the opposite direction to tag the runner off second base for a double play.

Joining Team Pressure, Everett says, was the major turning point that "picked me up and shook me out of my blues." Not only did the team become a second family, but it proved a boon to her artistic career. When Mellman and Medlyn got the bug to update Your Hit Parade, a radio countdown that ran from 1935 to 1955 before winding down on television in 1959, they invited Everett to co-host.

Moving from the Zipper Theater to Joe's Pub soon after its 2008 inception, the live-covers show Our Hit Parade featured Billboard countdowns, themed evenings ("Lady Gaga Covers," "Summer Jams of the Eighties," "Best of Disney"), and appearances by the likes of Alan Cumming, Moby, and Jesse Tyler Ferguson. The only rules: Performers had to tackle a new number each month, and the lyrics had to be sung as originally written.

Everett credits her time with Parade as vital to hitting her stride as a storyteller. Three years in, however, she felt compelled to try something new. Something for herself. She booked her own one-off show, then assembled the Tender Moments. Everett continued the two monthly Joe's Pub shows for about a year. But between the productions and waitressing at Columbus Avenue's Ocean Grill, something had to give.

When Our Hit Parade ended in December 2012, the three founders moved on to individual projects but remained close friends. Mellman currently plays keyboard in The Julie Ruin, the current band of Kathleen Hanna, formerly of Bikini Kill and Le Tigre (and a fellow Team Pressure teammate); Medlyn raps under the name Champagne Jerry. As for Everett, "When I started doing things my way, things slowly changed for me. My life turned around."

Following Rock Bottom, Wittman's next-up dream directing project is a show co-starring Everett and LuPone. The three currently e-mail ideas back and forth, and will meet for in-person sessions this autumn. "I won't be singing showtunes," LuPone offers as her sole hint. "That much I can tell you: I blessedly won't be singing showtunes!"

Everett's upcoming schedule is bursting with other projects. She and Dan Finnerty, frontman of The Dan Band, are currently writing "sort of an Air Supply ballad" called "Making Love Forever," which they hope to debut live in Los Angeles on October 25, at Tenacious D's Festival Supreme. "We had a goal to write, like, a song a month, but we're not really on schedule," she laughs. "So now we're doing it just for fun."

In November, Ben Stiller's Red Hour production company will coordinate Everett's upcoming Comedy Central hour special. She hopes to shoot at Joe's and capture a gritty live experience that facilitates booking road dates in venues welcoming her standard array of audience interaction.

Next summer Everett will appear in Amy Schumer and Judd Apatow's film Trainwreck as a "horrible, oversexed wife from the suburbs." And further down the pipeline, Hanna wrote two seasons of a TV script called Bridget Rides the Bus. Everett and Horovitz (Hanna's husband) shopped the series in Los Angeles on two separate pitch trips; Horovitz insists the project remains in the works.

"Me and Kathleen were watching [the news]," he explains of the concept's origin. "There was a story about a bus driver in New Jersey that got arrested. She was driving kids to school and they pulled her over. She had, like, a flask of rum beneath the seat and a Coors tallboy between her legs. We're like, 'There's Bridget's TV show right there.' "

The votes of confidence Everett's supporters cast are weighty, but can only go so far. Given the catalysts required for her to leave Phoenix, form the Tender Moments, and write Rock Bottom, there remains a certain discrepancy between her audacious onstage persona and her lauded vulnerability, a trait less projected than ingrained. (Everett also admits experiencing persistent anxiety working with new collaborators, largely because she fears they won't appreciate her contributions.) She's poised to supersede altogether the disparate cabaret, comedy, and acting worlds to which she's been assigned, yet the most decisive pushes Everett ultimately needs must come conclusively and resolutely from within.

"You know how when it's been so long since you've been touched with any kind of human tenderness," Everett asks from the stage near the end of a Rock Bottom dress rehearsal, "and you go to a salon to get your hair cut, and the shampoo girl puts you in the chair, and she starts running the water and she asks you if the temperature's OK, and when she puts her fingers in your hair you start crying?"

Everett approaches a strapping 20-year-old in the third row of tables. "Will you dance with me?" They sway in the mottled glimmer of a circling mirror ball as she sings "Why Don't You Kiss Me?" a straightforward doo-wop alternative for those wary of, say, the more imperative-minded audience sing-along "Put Your Dick Away."

At "Kiss Me" 's lulling bridge, Everett leads her dance partner by the hand onto the stage. In the audience, Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman sway in their seats. Neal Medlyn and Murray Hill wave their arms back and forth to the music.

Everett lays the man supine on the ground and lifts his feet waist-high. Grasping his hands in hers, she hoists herself onto his legs until she's hovering parallel above him. The crowd cheers. As she sinks back down, Everett wiggles forward onto the man's chest. The song's final notes dissipate with her sitting, as she often does, on her participant's face.

Everett pants from the physical exertion and invites a round of applause for her dancer/hoister as he exits. When the audience quiets down, she pauses. "So LL Cool J was saying to me, 'Bridget, DDHD — Dreams Don't Have Deadlines.' Or maybe he was telling it to Oprah. He was on her TV show, so I guess he was telling it to everybody. Well..."

She takes a deep, steadying breath. "Today I did something special that I thought I would never do. I always kept a partial job — I called it my 'slave job' — and I quit today." The room explodes, collaborators, friends, fans, and new converts all jumping to their feet.

Everett tries to continue, but the noise drowns her out. Her brow scrunches and lips twitch. As tears well up, she grins apologetically and wipes them away.

"It seems like such a weird thing to cry about." Her voice, thick and dewy, catches. "I've been working in restaurants since I was 15...and I'm making better money now, and, well...I wanted to take a chance on myself." Still standing, her audience mirrors Everett's tilting loss of composure.

"I know this is a roomful of dreamers, and we're all just waiting for cabaret to catch fire." A knowing, rueful laughter spikes.

"Joe's Pub has given me a home. They've never told me no...well, the only thing they ever said was, 'Don't sit on the piano, 'cause it's new.' But other than that..."

Everett clenches her jaw, gathers herself and takes another cleansing breath. "I just want to sing this as a thank-you. DDHD! Hit the track!"

She belts out rousing closer "I'll Take You Home." Addictively striking in both tune and content, it's an anthem proving that with a firm backing pulse and harmonious support, it's possible to continue climbing indefinitely.


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