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Liza Minnelli

7pm, Wednesday March 2nd.

In the huge orchestra room of Londons CBS studios 46 musicians prepare to play. Some practice phrases off the music in front of them, paring or fiddling or tooting until theyre happy. Some tune up.

The brass players shake spittle out of their instruments. Others exchange musically chitchat, peppering their conversation with terms like “legato”. They all sit in a loose semicircle facing a small podium at one side of the room. On it stands Anne Dudley, best known as one half of the Art Of Noise though shes also one of pop musics most respected arrangers of orchestral accompaniments. In her hand she holds a cream plastic phone, every now and again muttering into it.

Next door is a smaller, thin room full of recording equipment connected to the other by a thick wide glass window. A few technicians drift around. The co-producer, Julian Mendelsohn, paces about, looking thoughtful. On the couch sits Chris Lowe. In front of him, sitting at the mixing desk, is Neil Tenant holding an identical cream phone to Anne Dudleys—theyre talking about the orchestras last run-through. Next to him is Liza Minnelli, sitting on her hands and quietly singing through “Tonight Is Forever”, a typed lyric sheet in front of her. The atmosphere is surprisingly cheerful and lighthearted—the general consensus is that the songs orchestral backing sounds quite wonderful. Except, everyone agrees knowledgeably, for one thing, the flugelhorn, which is flat.

The main subject of conversation revolves around the technical matter of how, exactly, the orchestra should play. At first Anne Dudley is told to conduct them in time with a click track—a percussive click of steady speed to ensure an even tempo—that is being played through her headphones. Much earnest debate takes place about whether the best speed is 125 beats per minute. Or maybe, it is suggested, 126. Or even, perhaps, 127. Neil and Chris have decided because even though at the moment they intend the finished song to be just Liza and the orchestra they want to have the option of changing their minds and adding electronic drums later. “In case we want to turn it into a disco stopper,” explains Chris.

Nevertheless they soon change their minds. At an even speed the song doesnt sound quite right. Neil picks up the cream phone and suggests to Anne Dudley that she may pace the song as she wishes. She looks relieved.

A couple more run-throughs are done and theyre ready to record the whole thing with Liza singing.

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She scatters off to a vocal booth—walking, as she does so, through the orchestra and receiving a round of applause—the orchestra strikes up and she sings the song. Its quite breathtaking. “Tonight Is Forever” first appeared on the “Please” LP as a brisk hi-energy affair; this new version is much slower and the orchestral arrangement is completely over-the-top. Near the end theres an extended crescendo that sounds both so good and so ridiculous that everyone in the small room gasps.

Seconds later Liza reappears. “How did it sound?” she inquires nervously.

“Its fantastic,” answers Chris.

“Liza,” agrees Neil, “you sounded fantastic.”

Liza, clearly delighted by the approval, does a quick schoolgirl jig, swinging her hips and punching the air. “My boss is happy,” she exclaims, and hugs Neil.

Congratulations over, theres more earnest discussion about the tempo (and the flugelhorn) then Liza is asked to return to the vocal booth. “Ill slide, literally, back into the room,” she announces. “Ive never had on such slippery shoes and Ive never been on such a slippery floor.” Hearing this one of the studio people scuttles off to find her a mat to stand on.

She sings the song again and it sounds just as good. “Its exiting, isnt it?” mutters Julian Mendelsohn to no-one in particular. “Thats another song,” says Chris, putting on his most blaze voice, once Liza has finished. “Lets go to a restaurant.” But they dont. They start ironing out a few finicky problems with the orchestra. Meanwhile Liza, who has been told Id like to ask her some questions, wanders over. “Well?” she says “What do you want to know?” I take out my tape recorder and stay where I am on the floor, holding it up to her on a swinging chair next to me. She says that she wanted to work with the Pet Shop Boys because “Id always admired them. I thought they were fantastic.” When I ask her when they first met she furrows her brow but cant remember. She asks Chris.

“Oh God, you need to speak to Neil,” says Chris, protesting that he can never remember details like that. Neil is in the toilet. Liza decides it was last summer.

“I like all of that stuff,” she continues (at this stage Chris decides it is going to be far too embarrassing to listen to Liza talking about the Pet Shop Boys and disappears.) “I think they do things that arent—let me see, how can I put this?—they do things that are rhythmic and kind of familiar and yet the way they do it sounds brand new, they always add something extremely different and theyre meticulous in their production. Plus, theyre so nice.”

She cant remember the first Pet Shop Boys song she heard but with some prompting decides it was probably “West End Girls”. “I like Neils voice”‘ she volunteers. “He sounds like a choirboy.”

Neil, who has now returned to the room, overhears this and chuckles loudly. “I know my choirboy voice,” he says. Liza, meanwhile, talks about how much she likes Neils lyrics.

“He writes almost like what I call pop poetry. Even with a driving beat and an intent thats out-and-out rocknroll hes saying something too on top of it, which does make a difference to me, that the words are often important. Neil writes, I think, in images and you can see places in the songs. Almost every song on the album is like that.”

They first met, she suddenly decides, at Londons Mayfair hotel where she was staying. “I opened the door, they were standing there and I said “Hi! Come in!” she recalls precisely. “We got along very well right away, I guess because none of us think were really more than what we really are, which is just musicians and workers.”

So were they different, I wondered, to the people shed expected from listening to their records?

“I didnt think theyd be as funny as they are,” she confesses, “I didnt think wed end up laughing so much. I thought maybe theyd be a little more serious and more…” She struggles to find the word she means and finally plumps for “…ethereal”. “In fact,” she continues, “theyre enormous fun to work with and when youre working this hard one of the things that saves you is you get hysterical, laughing a lot, otherwise you can make it through. Right?”

The last part of the sentence is addressed to Neil, eavesdropping again, who laughs. She carries on. “Theyre different from anyone else. Theyre unique in this business.” And are they not “ethereal” at all? “Oh yes they are,” she insists “in their bizarre sort of way.” “Are we what?” asks Neil, still half-listening. “Ethereal,” says Liza. “1 said I though youd be much more ethereal in person.”

“I dont think were very ethereal,” says Neil.

Neil busies himself with something else and Liza returns to the subject of this lyrics. “I think its a love of the English language that makes Neil able to express himself in his songs. He loves words. He likes the sound of words when they come out and you can tell that when he writes a song. Hes a poet, you know? I really think that.”

She explains that her friends in America are very puzzled by the combination of Liza Minnelli and the Pet Shop Boys. Whenever she tells them about it, she says, they first assume that she must have offered to do some Pet Shop Boys backing vocals as a favour to them.

If not that then her friends assume they might be making a single together. “I say ‘theyve consented to produce my album and they look at me in a stunned silence,” says Liza, proudly. “It gives me time to move away. It gives me time to get out of the room so I dont have to answer any more questions. I think people are intrigued by it, and they should be. But they Neil and Chris) know my music. Neil knows the kind of songs I like to sing. He knows Ive always liked author, that I like words, that I like to paint pictures, because thats what he likes to do.”

She says that she was never really involved in any plan of what sort of LP it should be. When they first met they just chatted about other things. “We didnt really talk about anything in particular, just kind of were, you know what I mean? I just trust them so much I didnt have to ask any questions. I just said ‘Ill do whatever you want because this is new to me—youre the boss.

Whatever you want me to do Ill do it. I never asked any questions. They just did it.” According to her they didnt even talk about whether the songs should be old or new, theirs or someone elses. “I just put it completely in their hands. The ultimate trust. And its weird because Ive been working for 30 years and to for somebody who you like enough and trust enough and respect enough to say ‘forget it, Ill do whatever you want is quite amazing.”

To try things out she and the Pet Shop Boys met up in a studio in New York. Coincidentally the first thing they tried out was “Tonight Is Forever” in a version about halfway between the old Pet Shop Boys version and the one being recorded here tonight.

Then they went away and a few months sent her demo versions of everything on the album. She was delighted. “They were right in every case” she says. “I thought everything was very strange and very avant grade and yet with that down-home bottom section going—such a nice groove, such a nice feel and, over the top, these beautiful lyrical songs.

Shes interrupted by Neil who announces that hes time to start work again. She returns to the vocal booth and suddenly the voice that had been laughing and chatting away a few seconds before is soaring all over the place quite brilliantly.

She decides that she wants to sing the huge crescendo before the last chorus in two parts—to sing “…when we fall in love” one time and then to join that together with her beginning the chorus “tonight is forever…” Eventually shes persuaded to sing it all in one go and manages splendidly. The song has been arranged so that it ends with her singing “tonight tonight tonight is forever” three times but Neil suddenly has the idea that it might be better if she leaves out the “is forever” for the first two goes. Anne Dudley is called in for negotiations. She makes a few small changes in what the orchestra play and the song is changed; simple as that.

Back in the control room Liza is rabbiting away about some friends of hers—“Frank” has apparently been up to this and “Sammy” thinks this about that and so on. It takes a while to realize that the names shes sprinkling around are actually Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jnr., With whom she is to appear in a couple of weeks time at the Royal Albert hall. She talks about the concert and starts eulogizing about legendary band leader arrangers like Nelson Riddle and George Jenkins and says how much she loves to sing old classic songs with a big orchestra. Meanwhile Neil remarks how much he likes timpanis. “They make me think of Shakespeare.”

“Is there such a thing as a drop of tea here?” asks Liza.

Someone disappears to find out.

“Shall we repair the vocal?” Julian Mendelsohn asks Neil. Neil doesnt answer. Hes sitting facing the glass screen between the two rooms, staring into space, in a world of his own and completely oblivious to everything thats going on.

“Hes just making a movie in Australia for a moment,” chuckles Liza, as Neil suddenly releases that everyone is talking about him.

Lizas tea arrives. Its in a rather unmajestic, un-Hollywood plastic cup. Theres no spoon so she tries to stir it with a cheap pink plastic cigarette lighter and burns the tips of her fingers.

Julian asks her to sing the song once more.

“How should I do it?” she asks Neil and Chris (who returned the moment Liza finished her interview). “Less expression? More expression?” The song has sounded so good every time she has sung it that the question seems a little preposterous.

“I have no criticism at all, Im afraid,” apologies Neil.

Before she leaves the room she sings little bits of old show songs and declares, to no-one in particular, that “Tonight Is Forever” should be in a movie. Then she chats about clothes. She prefers black, she says. Today she is wearing a black jumper and a black leather miniskirt. Chris and Neil are joking about the orchestra. Orchestras are employed under very strict union rules—they have to have a 15 minute tea break (which theyve just taken) and you have to pay a fortune in overtime if the session runs only five minutes over. At the moment, however, it looks as though the session will finish early.

“We should make them stay,” suggests Chris mischievously.

“Make them play scales,” chuckles Neil.

“Or make them play something for us,” laughs Chris.

“Maybe the Pastoral symphony,” says Neil, pretending to give the matter deep and serious thought. “Or a little Sables.”

They do finish early, despite continuing problems with the flugelhorn, and of course they do let the orchestra go. Originally at the end theyd planned to record the orchestra on its own to a click track but now they decide not to bother. If they really want to piece together a version with drums its always possible to add electronic drums manually by tapping a pad along in time—this, they explain to everyones horror, is how they used to record with Bobby O.

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He didnt have a drum machine so theyd take the tempo from the synthesizer sequence and play the electronic drum pads live in time to the synthesizer rhythm.

At the end of the final take, as the final straits of the orchestra are spiraling away, Liza whispers through the microphone “Thank you Neil, thank you Chris.” Its delightfully touching.

“It was nice, I nearly cried,” says Neil when they play it back a couple of minutes later.

“I nearly cried,” says Anne Dudley. “I didnt,” says Julian Mendelsohn stubbornly, deciding things are getting far too soppy.

And its all over. Everyone gathers their sessions and Liza compliments Anne Dudley and asks for her card. Liza adds that she still wants the song to be a duet with Neil. “Yes,” sighs Neil bashfully. “Im going to do my Ivor Novello bit on it.” “Lets go to a restaurant,” says Chris once more. This time they do.