The conductor, the magnetic musical director Michael Beardon, paired his white tailcoat with a long, flowing do-rag. There was a glittering crystal cloud above her. At one point, she wandered over to the cocktail tables positioned on the side of the stage knocked back two glasses of champagne that appeared to belong to audience members.
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She gave a cheeky hello to President Clinton.
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She vamped, swayed and shimmied as she performed jazz standards with a full orchestra behind her. Lady Gaga kicked things off, appearing on stage in a half crystal-embellished, half feathered dress with a dramatic slit-paired with a coordinating feathered stole and crystal-embellished microphone. And after ten years of collaboration, they’ll be releasing another album together, a compilation of Cole Porter covers titled Love for Sale, this fall. But last night’s crowd-mostly unmasked, all of them required to show proof of vaccination to enter the venue-seemed more excited about the two of them together than they were about either artist alone. The contemporary pop icon and the aging jazz singer, who first met in 2011 after Bennett heard Gaga perform Nat King Cole’s “Orange Colored Sky” at a charity event, might seem like an odd pairing with vastly different fan bases. Soon, everyone had settled back in, and the curtain rose on One Last Time: An Evening With Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga, the second of two sold-out performances the duo put on this week in honor of Bennett’s 95th birthday. (“I would have clapped if it were Monica Lewinsky,” I heard one woman quip, as she quickly returned to her seat.) It was for former President Bill Clinton. But this one wasn’t for the act we were all there to see. When a slight, grey haired man surrounded by security guards entered the stalls, almost everyone rose to their feet for the first standing ovation of the night. Nobody was looking at their phones, seeing as they were all snug and secure in magnetized Yondr pouches. Young men in sequined tuxedo jackets rushed to grab last minute drinks from the bar, seat mates-strangers a few minutes before-started excitedly introducing themselves to each other, and a woman in Row E took a hairbrush to her extensions. Last night around 8:30 P.M., New York’s Radio City Music Hall was packed and thrumming with energy.