Jimmy Webb has spent decades writing songs that have become part of the American songbook, and this show finds him at the piano, working through a catalog most of us know by heart even if we never knew his name attached to it. "Wichita Lineman," "MacArthur Park," "By the Time I Get to Phoenix," "Galveston" — these are the kinds of songs that soundtrack memories, and hearing them from the person who actually wrote them adds a layer that cover versions never quite capture. He tends to mix in stories behind the songs, some wry humor, and the occasional moment where the audience ends up singing along without much prompting.

Myron's Cabaret Jazz suits this kind of show well. It's a small room with round tables, a view out over Symphony Park, and a mezzanine balcony, so there's not a lot of distance between the stage and the seats. For a songwriter whose work tends toward the intimate and melancholic anyway, that closeness matters — you can watch his hands on the keys, catch the small asides between songs, and feel like you're sitting in on something more like a living room performance than a big production.