Broadway Blog editor Matthew Wexler chats with Bridget Everett about booze, Broadway and the secret of success. This post contains adult content.
The first time I was exposed to Bridget Everett—and I mean that literally—was at a small benefit organized for Miracle House by downtown director Gareth Hendee. The musical review was going along swimmingly until Everett entered the stage. Bawdy and delicious, she belted out a storm, all while swigging a bottle of chardonnay. So irreverent was her performance that a longtime donor rushed back stage and asked if Everett would consider performing an encore… in exchange for a $25,000 donation to the charity.
This now established icon of New York City’s cabaret scene (and not of the Andrea Marcovicci variety) has been pounding the pavement for more than a decade and A-listers are starting to notice.
“I moved to New York and wanted to be a singer,” says Everett, who ironically earned her Actor’s Equity card doing children’s theater. Work was slow to come her way so she started singing in karaoke bars and “going ape shit.”
She developed her signature character, a big-busted, wine-guzzling woman who walks a fine line between female empowerment and battered vulnerability, out of necessity. “It’s not like there’s part for me on Broadway, it’s not coming across my desk. I started singing and telling stories, doing whatever I could to get on stage,” Everett says.