"Noah Diamond plays Groucho,
and he might as well be Groucho."



Photo: Jim R. Moore, VaudeVisuals


I have a long history of playing my hero, Groucho Marx, both on and off the stage. In addition to countless variety and cabaret appearances, I have donned the tails and greasepaint in productions of Animal CrackersGroucho on the AirMusic of the Marx Brothers, and especially I'll Say She Is, the first-ever revival of the Marx Brothers' long-lost 1924 masterpiece.

Slideshow: Photos by Mark X. Hopkins, Jim R. Moore, and Amanda Sisk.




". . . And then the research, the endless hours of delicious, meticulous detective work, with no particular goal other than to learn everything possible, to know something inside and out, to possess it. I started, of course, with Adamson. I read it cover to cover, over and over, and I gradually surrounded it with two entire shelves of books and articles by and about the Marx Brothers. I stayed at the library until closing time, squinting at microfiche, poring over film and theatre reviews from the twenties and thirties. I carried home with me, again and again, Why a Duck?, Harpo Speaks, The Marx Brothers: Their World of Comedy.

"Watching and reading about the Marx Brothers could only take me so far. The obvious thing was to be the Marx Brothers. Inevitably, I identified with, and as, Groucho. I would lock myself in the bathroom and give myself the moustache and eyebrows with my mother’s eyebrow pencil. Shayna and Joey were long accustomed to compulsory service as my stock company, obliging me through epic living room productions of 1776 and Fiddler on the Roof. That they were now asked to don wigs and hats or speak in vaguely Italian accents or honk bulb horns was taken easily in stride. We were the Marx Brothers for years, at parties, in parades, in talent shows, and just around the house in our spare time.

"Out in the cruel world—which is to say, at school—Rufus T. Firefly was less welcome. I told some poor girl that her eyes shined like the pants of a blue serge suit. 'That’s no reflection on you,' I added, wiggling my eyebrows.'That’s on the pants.' She didn’t know what a blue serge suit was, and neither did I, and that was just the beginning of our problems."

From Gimme a Thrill
by Noah Diamond
BearManor Media, 2016

 With my sister, Shayna (as Chico) and my brother, Joe (as Harpo), waving to onlookers at the Boom Box Parade, Willimantic, Connecticut, July 4, 1989.

With my sister, Shayna (as Chico) and my brother, Joe (as Harpo), waving to onlookers at the Boom Box Parade, Willimantic, Connecticut, July 4, 1989.


Background photo: With Brian Hoffman (Harpo) and Corey Moosa (Chico) on stage at the Opus Playhouse, Coral Springs, Florida, 1991.


Marxfest, staged readings, Players Theatre, 2014

New York International Fringe Festival, Sheen Center, 2014

Off Broadway, Connelly Theater, 2016

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The Jewish Museum

New York City, June 2015


The Jewish Museum's Wish You Were Here program celebrates Andy Warhol's portraits of noteworthy Jewish figures of the twentieth century. In 2015, the Museum invited me to appear as Groucho Marx for ninety unscripted minutes, in conversation with Jens Hoffmann.


Photo by Jay Brennan




"Let us pause to consider the persistence of Groucho Marx. Only yesterday, I read a piece by the Chicago Tribune columnist Heidi Stevens, in which she noted that her kids considered some of her favorite films from the '80s and '90s -- Back to the Future, Big, and A League of Their Own among others -- to be hopelessly antediluvian in their attitudes. I have no doubt that she is correct -- and yet, there I was, at the Connelly Theatre, seeing a revival of Marx Brothers bauble from 1924, with an audience that had a significant complement of pre-adolescents, and Noah Diamond, the actor playing Groucho, was slaying -- with the loudest laughter coming from the kids in the house. The young man on my right, who looked to be about eleven, was enjoying himself mightily. That Diamond scored by impersonating a performer whose heydays -- on Broadway and in movies of the '20s and '30s and as a game show host in the '50s -- are as good as eons away for audience members better acquainted with the Disney Channel is, in my opinion, nothing less than remarkable.

"Then again, why not? I've seen several Groucho impersonators in my time and Diamond is one of the best. With the application of the eyebrows, the glasses, and the greasepaint mustache, he's a dead ringer for Groucho, and he has captured that reedy, insinuating voice that levels logic and blows solemnity to smithereens. He dashes around the stage in that familiar dropping-camel walk, relentlessly delivering one-liners like one of those automated pitching machines in a batter's cage.

"Diamond is fast on his feet and has mastered the art of the Marxian ad lib: At the performance I attended, the curtain failed to fully part for the opening scene, causing some frantic stagehands to pull it back and drape it. A couple of minutes later, Diamond entered and, looking right at us, said, 'The tickets cost thirty dollars. You didn't expect the curtain to open all the way, did you?'"

-- David Barbour, Lighting & Sound America


Art Waves, WKCR, June 24, 2016


Marxfest, 54 Below, May 2014


"I'm searching
for a greatness.

I smear it on my face.
I want to bathe in grape,  
must swim the length

of the Milky Way.  
I want it to be brilliant,
I want it to be sweet . . ."