Jessica Vosk singing West End Avenue from The Magic Show at Sub Culture (12.18.17)

[@RickWolffTV]

now THAT's a cover! (with Schwartz himself accompanying on piano)

[@evansmith8772]

And JRB conducting the band 😄

[@francislyon4449]

Fantastic.

[@BalletBabyBoy]

The heart of NYC similar to Another 100 People from Company. A GREAT SHOW...I saw the Magic Show 100 times on Broadway...one of Stephen's great scores!

[@thedusty194]

2:21

[@aylamulock8483]

can someone please give me a good cut for this song I need it for an audition asap!!!

[@ryleeann8021]

same!!!

[@avalina9606]

For future reference, I would do the last verse into the chorus: West End Avenue Find a golden cage to perch in West End Avenue Open your arms to one more urchin Who’s crawling back to mamas den West end Avenue You win again You can ask the accompanist for the starting note and then you can begin. And you can cut out a bit of the last West End Avenue’s to let the last note shine. I hope this helps for a later audition :))

[@ohyouknow.4324]

All of your life you wake up to the taxis and the chimes To the bathroom with the roaches and the breakfast with the Times And you subway to school with kids whose folks all live in twenty blocks In a high-rise rented carton or a co-op brownstone box, with double locks West End Avenue Babies in carts and poodles barking West End Avenue. Planning your day around the parking You tell yourself, "I will be free." West End Avenue You won't get me All of your life you watch the shrinks and lawyers on parade Watch the brokers in their worsted and the ad men in their suede While upstairs a soprano tries to sing the waltz from "La Boheme." And you watch 'em and you listen and you judge and you condemn You're not like them West End Avenue Delis and laundromats and gay bars West End Avenue Only a block away from Zabars But you were meant to really fly. West End Avenue, Good bye, good bye And then suddenly you're out there on your own But you forgot that free could also mean alone And when all that freedom gets too much for you Ooh, what do you do? You pack up your boots and blue jeans and your records and your pride And you tell yourself you ventured and you tell yourself you tried So it's back to the surly doormen and the canopies you go And the buses seem to chuckle and the towers seem to crow "We told you so." West End Avenue Find me a golden cage to perch in West End Avenue Open your arms to one more urchin Who's crawlin' back to mama's den West End Avenue You win again!