
In essence, at its core, Puddles’ party is a night of pop songs covered in a cabaret style. Somewhat jazzified in a croonerish way, with – perhaps – Frank Sinatra’s style at its foundation.
During the almost two-hour show (which felt a little too long), Puddles elevated versions of Sia’s Chandelier, Adele’s Hello, a Mexican song about tequila, and a ballad about Kevin Costner.
Whatever Puddles put his gilded vocals to – satire or conic beauty – he somehow perfected it. His multi-toned voice reached levels of vocal ability I have only seen from some of the world’s greatest singers.
Despite how objectively perfect his performance was, though, Puddles Pity Party wasn’t really about that. It was more about a feeling of coming together, despite the sea of strangers you were sitting in.
Before the show, a hilarious slideshow played on the big screen, detailing how new friendships with strangers will help fend off loneliness.
