A regular on the All That Chat board (filled with Broadway dishers) had this to say:
“The last time an Argentinian came out on a big balcony in a white dress, she sang ‘Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina’.
“What’s this one going to sing?”
That was a great enough comment, I thought, as I giggled like a schoolgirl.
But it was topped by this response:
“I would not recommend ‘Climb up on my knee, sonny boy’.”
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on March 14, 2013