The idea of most pop artists performing at the Café Carlyle"the intimate, elegant cabaret space at the Carlyle Hotel"wouldn't make intuitive sense, but the idea of Debbie Harry singing there does, with exclamation points. She's had chops, confidence, je ne sais quoi, and va va voom since the mid-seventies, when Blondie showed up on the Lower East Side and wowed everyone; Harry can handle a room full of dinner jacket…
SOURCE: The New Yorker at 01:53PM on March 25, 2015