This is strange. I feel completely the opposite. There's no depth to his voice. It's bright and tinny. I'm not saying it's bad. But open and warm? Definitely not.
And the nicest thing is that he's the NICEST guy, too. I met Andrew when he was touring as Bob Gaudio in Jersey Boys here in Cleveland before Book of Mormon even existed. I can say I "knew him when", and he deserves every bit of notoriety he gets. Beautiful job, Andrew!
Holy S&(&%^&%&#%^&_^&@(#&%^TTT!!! That was AMAZING!!!! I met Andrew in Cleveland on the closing day of Jersey Boys' first Cleveland engagement. He was playing Bob Gaudio, and Book of Mormon didn't even exist yet. I already knew he had great things ahead of him, but I can say I "knew" him when. Andrew, you NEVER disappoint!!!!!
what an amazing version of this song. The slightly slower tempo allows the listener to hear the lyrics and appreciate how beautiful they really are. The music is bright and sparkles as a counterpart to the tragic elements in the story. Andrew has the chance to open up and let his talent shine and it's marvelous. It's a credit to all performers that perform songs across gender lines. Tituss and Andrew should get many kudos for their efforts.
I was looking through so gs he sang live and this is one of my favs. I have listened to the version of Patti LuPone and (dont blame me) but i like his version more. It is a bit slower i think and his range matches the song. I want a recording of this. This man never fails to amaze me.
I don't know how I've never heard this before. I've now been listening to this on repeat, mixed with a few other artists versions including Patti, Betty, and Alice. Each one is so unique, but so moving and beautiful. It's kind of blowing my mind right now. :-)
I first heard the song last week at BroadwayCon when Betsy Wolfe sang it and fell in love with it. I wanted to look it up, and lo and behold, before I even put it in the search box, I saw this in my recommended videos! Andrew killed it :-)
when i was a girl l i had a favorite story of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind her voice could match the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the lark was blind an old king came and took her to his palace where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid and he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed: "sing for me, my meadowlark, sing for me of the silver morning, set me free, my meadowlark, and i'll buy you a priceless jewel and cloth of brocade and crewel and i'll love you for life, if you will sing for me." then one day as the lark sang by the water the god of the sun heard her in his flight and her singing moved him so he came and brought her the gift of sight he gave her sight and she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor of this beautiful, young god, so proud and strong and he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender "come along. fly with me, my meadowlark, fly with me on the silver morning, past the sea where the dolphins bark we will dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the plums and peaches just as far as your vision reaches fly with me." but the meadowlark said no for the old king loved her so she couldn't bear to wound his pride so the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day he found his meadowlark had died every time i heard that part i cried ... and now i stand here starry-eyed and stormy oh, just when i thought my heart was finally numb a beautiful, young man appears before me, singing "come, oh, won't you come?" and what can i do if finally for the first time the one i'm burning for returns the glow? if love has come at last it's picked the worst time still i know i've got to go fly away, meadowlark fly away in the silver morning, if i stay, i'll grow to curse the dark so it's off where the days won't bind me i know i leave wounds behind me but i won't let tomorrow find me back this way before my past once again can blind me fly away ... and we won't wait to say good-bye my beautiful young man and i.
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her voice could match the angels' in its glory, But she was blind, The lark was blind. An old king came and took her to his palace, Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid, And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed "Sing for me, my meadowlark Sing for me of the silver morning. Set me free, my meadowlark And I'll buy you a priceless jewel, And cloth of brocade and crewel, And I'll love you for life if you will Sing for me." Than one day as the lark sang by the water The god of the sun heard her in his flight And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her The gift of sight, He gave her sight. And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendour Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender, "Come along, Fly with me, my meadowlark, Fly with me on the silver morning. Past the sea where the dolphins bark, We will dance on the coral beaches, Make a feast of the plums and peaches, Just as far as your vision reaches, Fly with me." But the meadowlark said no, For the old king loved her so, She couldn't bear to wound his pride. So the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day, He found his meadowlark had died. Every time I heard that part I cried. And now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy. Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb, A beautiful young man appears before me Singing "Come Oh, won't you come?" And what can I do if finally for the first time The one I'm burning for returns the glow? If love has come at last it's picked the worst time Still I know I've got to go. Fly away, meadowlark. Fly away in the silver morning. If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark, So it's off where the days won't bind me. I know I leave wounds behind me, But I won't let tomorrow find me Back this way. Before my past once again can blind me, Fly away. And we won't wait to say goodbye, My beautiful young man and I.
This is not an easy song to sing. It requires lots of support and sustaining long notes. I've been singing it for years but I feel like I've just heard it for the first time!
When i was a girl l i had a favorite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her voice could match the angels' in its glory But she was blind, the lark was blind An old king came and took her to his palace Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice And he prayed: "sing for me, my meadowlark, Sing for me of the silver morning, Set me free, my meadowlark, And i'll buy you a priceless jewel And cloth of brocade and crewel And i'll love you for life, If you will sing for me." Then one day as the lark sang by the water The god of the sun heard her in his flight And her singing moved him so He came and brought her the gift of sight He gave her sight And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor Of this beautiful, young god, so proud and strong And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender "come along. Fly with me, my meadowlark, Fly with me on the silver morning, Past the sea where the dolphins bark We will dance on the coral beaches, Make a feast of the plums and peaches Just as far as your vision reaches Fly with me." But the meadowlark said no For the old king loved her so She couldn't bear to wound his pride So the sun god flew away And when the king came down that day He found his meadowlark had died Every time i heard that part i cried ... And now i stand here starry-eyed and stormy Oh, just when i thought my heart was finally numb A beautiful, young man appears before me, Singing "come, oh, won't you come?" And what can i do if finally for the first time The one i'm burning for returns the glow? If love has come at last it's picked the worst time Still i know I've got to go Fly away, meadowlark Fly away in the silver morning, If i stay, i'll grow to curse the dark So it's off where the days won't bind me I know i leave wounds behind me But i won't let tomorrow find me Back this way Before my past once again can blind me Fly away ... And we won't wait To say good-bye My beautiful young man And i.
can I just say this is amazing, like it's absolutely beautiful, Andrew Rannell's voice is amazing. (on another note he licked his lips 15 times but honestly, sometimes you have to when you sing or else you get, stuck, if you know what I mean so I get it.) p.s. Just clarifying, not a criticism I think he's amazing, I was just noting cuz I thought it was kind of funny.
