Gregg Marx

Not too long ago, there was a huge bally-hoo over the popular TV show called American Idol, and an equally agonizing frenzy over Star Search. Both were in search of top talent; seeking someone who might become the next popular icon in the music world.  The one salient fact revealed by these two shows is crystal clear to anyone who cares to really listen.  Briefly stated, the fact is THESE PEOPLE CAN’T SING!!  In a quiet part of Hollywood, (if there is such a thing), another fact is emerging.  Glitz and major media blitz aside, a venerable hotel has refurbished its intimate cabaret room, and is quietly filling the Monday night slot, generally a dark night in the biz, with someone who CAN SING. 
Gregg Marx has opened his new show,  GREGG MARX,   “Wet Night . . . Dry Martini” “Love: Shakin’ . . . Stirred . . . & on the Rocks” at Feinstein’s Cinegrill at the Roosevelt Hotel, and if opening day is any barometer, the next few Mondays will be a smash.   Or as much of a smash as one can have in an intimate theatre, anyway.

Marx is a natural.  There is a relaxed intimacy about him, a quiet strength, an engaging personality, and when you join all of the above to a soothing rich baritone voice you get the exact ingredients that the folks at American Idol and Star Search were looking for . . . only better.   That Gregg sings about love, gives the show a little edge, since everyone loves love, and by selecting composers like Hart, Sondheim, Gershwin, Arlen and other biggies, Marx really stacks the deck in his favor, since his voice is tailor made for the genre.  Gregg is no teen idol, having been in show biz over twenty years and worked in soaps a few of those years garnering an Emmy for his efforts.  Again, this stacks in his favor, for when Gregg sings about love – lost or lustful, he has a lot more experience going for him than a teen for whom expressions of love equate a thrust of the pelvis.

Then there’s the name – Marx.  Not a bad pedigree in show business, where the Marx brothers invented techniques and routines now commonplace to every aspiring comic.  Gregg’s grandfather was Gummo, more the business type, but the show business DNA had its trickle down effect resulting in a show filled with songs, laughter, some very downright hoots by Gregg. 

On opening night, we enjoyed a truly unique treat when Bill Marx, (son of Harpo), who plays piano like he was born with twelve fingers with a touch nothing short of heavenly, sat in with Gregg for a song.  When the Marx cousins did ”My Romance” it was the kind of moment that transcends all words and the only thing to do is drink in the experience and be glad you were there when it happened.  

Anyone who wants to feel the sounds of love should bring his/her significant other for a significant evening of song.  Few singers have the magic in the voice that Gregg brings, and even fewer can reach through to your heart and play the love strings like a harp.  The musical platter is full and rich, and everyone gets a little something they like.

There’s a little rock, a little pop, a little shock and a whole lot of gusto in every song, with a top-notch band that includes Tom Griep, Music director and pianist, Tim Emmons on Bass, and Jack LeCompte on Drums.

So what are you doing next Monday night?   The second most romantic thing you can do is to sit with Gregg Marx and listen to his songs of love at Feinstein’s.  After the show, you’ll be in just the right frame of mind to enjoy the number one romantic activity . . .

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