Hey kids, remember when the world had superstars? Superstars were larger than life. They didn't guest on SNL, and you couldn't sign up for mobile alerts of their latest news or friend them on Facebook. They lived in a whole other universe from you and me, and when they graced us with their presence (which was rarely, on purpose) you felt bathed in the warm glow of their megawattage.
Exhibit A: Liza Minnelli.
Liza is one of the last superstars of this breed. Yes, there's the public drunkenness, and the yo-yoing weight, and the penchant for marrying gay men (and the general gallons of crazy -- if you haven't seen her famed Larry King Live clip, you should really treat yourself right now), but the thing about superstars is that we'll tolerate almost any kind of behavior from them, because let's face it: Sheer outsized talent doesn't come around that often.
So when we heard that she'll be singing all her hits -- "Cabaret," "New York, New York," etc. -- backed by a twelve-piece orchestra (and even doing some dancing), we knew this was a big deal. Snag tickets for Liza's at the Palace, running from Dec. 3 to 28 only, while they last over at Ticketmaster, and get ready to party like it's 1962.
