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Joel Grey, the Tony and Academy Award-winning Master of Ceremonies in Cabaret finally tells his remarkable life story. Born Joel David Katz to a wild and wooly Jewish American family in Cleveland, Ohio in 1932, Joel began his life in the theater at the age of 9, starting in childrens theater and then moving to the main stage. He was hooked, and his seven decades long career charts the evolution of American entertainment - from Vaudeville performances with his father, Mickey Katz to the seedy gangster filled nightclubs of the forties, the bright lights of Broadway and dizzying glamour of Hollywood, to juggernaut musicals like Cabaret, Chicago, and Wicked.

Master of Ceremonies is a memoir of a life lived in and out of the limelight, but it is also the story of the man behind the stage makeup. Coming of age in a time when being yourself tended to be not only difficult but also dangerous, Joel has to act both on and off the stage. He spends his high school years sleeping with the girls-next-door while carrying on a scandalous affair with an older man. Romances with to-die-for Vegas Showgirls are balanced with late night liaisons with like-minded guys, until finally Joel falls in love and marries a talented and beautiful woman, starts a family, and has a pretty much picture perfect life. But 24 years later when the marriage dissolves, Joel has to once again find his place in a world that has radically changed.

Drawing back the curtain on a career filled with show-stopping numbers, larger-than-life stars and even singing in the shower with Bjork, Master of Ceremonies is also a portrait of an artist coming to terms with his evolving identity. When an actor plays a character, he has to find out what makes them who they are; their needs, dreams, and fears. Its a difficult thing to do, but sometimes the hardest role in an actors life is that of himself. Deftly capturing the joy of performing as well as the pain and secrets of an era we have only just started to leave behind, Joels story is one of love, loss, hard-won honesty, redemption, and success.

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This is a true story, though some names and details have been changed.

For K. Elmo Lowe

October 1966, New York City

The nightclub comedian mopped his sweaty forehead with a breast-pocket hanky one too many timesthe linen as yellowed as the teeth in his desperate smile. Everything about this manthe sweat glistening through the pancake makeup; his thinning, dyed-red hair; the tasteless jokes that fell just short of his dropping his pantswas proof for the audience of how hard he was working for them. Men who were drunk and still drinking sat beside their rouged women on burgundy leather and gold button-tufted banquettes, everyones head thrown back in overenthusiastic laughter. The spotlight on the small parquet dance floor that doubled as a stage was broken by the crossing of harried waiters trying to keep up with drink orders and the delivery of the roast beef special. The clatter of forks and knives against dishes competed with coughing from cigarette smoke and laughter

I awoke soaking wet, wrung out from what was not just a disturbing dream but also a memory of a real event. I was now a thirty-eight-year-old man with a beautiful wife and two wonderful children I was able to support with an established career assembled from an eclectic mix of stage, screen, and TV work. The dreams vivid details, however, catapulted me back a decade, to the early fifties, when I was still trying to make it.

I had been on the road back then with a nightclub act developed around the idea that I was too young to be in a nightclub, let alone perform in one. I was already in my early twenties, but I looked much younger, because I was fresh-faced and, well, short. So I did songs such as Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah and jokes such as describing current events as ancient history. Boy, did the audience roar at that one. I had been worried that my naive material wouldnt work in the bawdy atmosphere of the nightclub circuit. But in city after city, they ate it up. One of the newspapers called me the comic comet.

On my night off during a tour stop in St. Louis, I went to see a well-known performer at another club. I had heard that he was the hottest thing in town and wanted to know what the competition was up to. As I sat watching the comedian in the loud, smoky room, the spotlight illuminating his aging face, I was stunned. His broad delivery employed every virulent stereotype: take-my-wife jokes, fat jokes, crude sex jokes (but not Jewish jokes, since the obviously Irish comic was playing to a mostly Jewish crowd). When he did his fag impression, lisping and mincing, in a bit about fresh fruits, and not the kind you find in a grocery store, I felt sick to my stomach. But it wasnt his crassness that offended me most. It was his effectiveness. He would do, and did do, anything for a laugh, battering the audience into loving him. I couldnt believe that someone so willing to pander, someone who stooped to the lowest levels of entertainment, offering the most base and hackneyed material in exchange for the audiences affection, was actually getting it. They were in his thrall, screaming with laughter.

Perhaps the crowd-pleasing entertainer onstage hit a little too close to home. He was the epitome of everything I had been trying to escape ever since the moment I became an overnight sensation at the age of sixteen after doing a wild song-and-dance act in my fathers variety show, Borscht Capades . I had first fallen in love with performing as a nine-year-old actor at the Cleveland Play House, one of the countrys best professional regional theaters. Although fame and financial success came to me first by working nightclubs, I never wavered from my desire to become a legit theater actor and return to that early, formative experience on the stage. I wasnt sure what it would take to make it in the theater, but despite the struggle that was all I ever really wanted.

And here it was. After more than fifteen years of struggling, I was finally about to fulfill that dreamto create my own role on Broadway. The subject matter of the show, Cabaret , was more than risky. And the emcee I would be playing didnt have a single line of dialogue. Still, it was full of possibilities, and it was mine.

I shook the image of the Jerk of St. Louis out of my head and pushed back the covers. It was deadly quiet in the apartment. The rest of my family had already gone off to their individual livesmy wife, Jo, to her morning yoga class, Jennifer to school across town, and James to the park with our housekeeper. I showered, shaved, dressed, and went into the kitchen for my espresso and toasted bialy. Then I started putting together my stuff for the day: script, dance shoes, an extra shirt, Sen-Sen, and a Hersheys Bar with almonds.

As I boarded the M10 bus in front of our apartment on 86th Street and began traveling down Central Park West, I felt slightly hungoverfrom the dream or anxiety about the show; I couldnt tell which. There were only a couple of weeks of rehearsal left before we were scheduled to open Cabaret in Boston for the out-of-town tryout before Broadway. I was still wrestling with my part, a fact I couldnt admit to anyone. I knew my songs and the choreography. And, thanks to the German icon Lotte Lenya, who was playing Frulein Schneider, my accent was becoming quite convincing. Still, something important was missingthe man underneath the makeup.

The basic idea of my character was conjured from a master of ceremonies at a seedy club in Stuttgart where the shows director had been stationed in the Army. The director told me that this small man, who wore too much makeup, was bigger than life. But there were no specific notations or descriptions in the script regarding my character. It didnt specify his connection to the narrative of the show or even if he had a name. He was simply referred to by the abbreviated form of master of ceremonies: Emcee. With five musical numbers that played in between the book scenes, yes, the Emcee was clearly a metaphor for the corruption of the Weimar Republic, which paved the way for the Nazis rise to power. But go play a metaphornot possible.

For the past four weeks, the ensemble, dancers, and I had been working long hours on John Kander and Fred Ebbs brilliant songs and Ron Fields edgy choreography in a big, cold dance studio ten blocks away from the George Abbott Theatre, where the director, Hal Prince, held the main rehearsal with the actors in the book scenes. Today, however, was the first run-through in which the cabaret numbers would be integrated with the book scenes. As the bus drew closer to the George Abbott, I found myself getting anxious. Everyone would see that I hadnt fully found my way as the Emcee. What had been passable in isolated rehearsals, as pure music and danceshowbiz numberswouldnt work when combined with the drama of the show.

I got off the bus at 54th Street and Seventh Avenue and walked two blocks east to the theater, where Hal, John, Fred, Ron, and the rest of the group were assembled. There were the principals, Jill Haworth, Bert Convy, Lotte Lenya, Peg Murray, Jack Gilford, and Edward Winter. There were the Kit Kat Girls, and there was me.

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