Josephine Harmon comes out on stage, banters with her piano player, does some recitiative and breaks out into song and dance in this old fashioned but excellent recreation of a vaudeville turn.
The problem with describing her is that it can only be done in terms of her contemporaries, which few of the people who read this will recognize. In terms of talent, she reminds me of Sophie Tucker, but while Tucker's shtick was to complain their were no real men anymore, Miss Harmon celebrates herself, noting that she's built for comfort not for speed, and after serving an apprenticeship, she's now got an 83-year-old husband, and he stays home nights. She's a firecracker on stage, she doesn't mind looking silly, and she has a willing audience in her pocket from the start. Truly worth seeing.
The problem with describing her is that it can only be done in terms of her contemporaries, which few of the people who read this will recognize. In terms of talent, she reminds me of Sophie Tucker, but while Tucker's shtick was to complain their were no real men anymore, Miss Harmon celebrates herself, noting that she's built for comfort not for speed, and after serving an apprenticeship, she's now got an 83-year-old husband, and he stays home nights. She's a firecracker on stage, she doesn't mind looking silly, and she has a willing audience in her pocket from the start. Truly worth seeing.
