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January 31, 2005
Coffee
Once a year or so I start to think, "why do I go Starbucks et al and pay so much for so-called "good" coffee. Coffee's just coffee, right?" And then I go, like I just did, and get a cup of the free coffee in the lunchroom.
Blech! Ick! What horrible, horrible stuff!
Posted by Fuzzy at 5:01 PM | Comments (0)
January 28, 2005
Damn Andy Ihnatko to H-E-double-hockey-sticks
This is a hard choice?
Damn Andy Ihnatko, 17th most beloved technology pundit, for proving to me how much of a geek I am.
Today, Andy described a 1954 movie which, evidently, contains the most erotic moments on film, ever, and gave us the heads up that it would be on Turner Classic Movies this evening at 5:30 PM (EST).
And my first thought was, "but that's when I have the Tivo set to record the World Juggling Federation competition on ESPN2."
Sigh. Whatever pretentions I make to urbanity and suaveness, and when push comes to shove I can't decide between sex and juggling.
And then I remembered that Shaun has a Tivo, too, and I could tell it, over the internet, to record the movie, and then later transfer it over our home network to my Tivo. Which is it's own whole set of geekiness.
I am doomed.
Posted by Fuzzy at 10:45 AM | Comments (0)
January 26, 2005
Some shows
Hey, I'm performing in a variety of shows over the next few weeks!
Friday night (January 28) I'll be at The Playground (3209 N Halsted) at 8 pm, performing with Chicago Comedy Company and James Brown Celebrity Hot Tub Party. Yes, my kickball team. Six of us on the team are improvisors, so Rene signed us up at The Playground for a guest slot. (Feast of Pedro and Inside Vladimir will also be performing.)
Saturday night (January 29) I'll be back at The Playground, but for the midnight show -- the Belmont Burlesque Revue. Shaun and I will be "Gerdes and Himmerick" -- our vaudeville-esque comedy duo. The shows features a variety of musical, comedy, magic, and burlesque performers.
Monday night (January 31) Shaun and I will be Bare, our two man improv show, at the Bird's Nest Bar (2500 N Southport). We're up with some stand-up comedians and another sketch or improv group. The wings, as I often mention, are excellent.
And then next weekend, it's a (semi-)tropical getaway! We'll be doing two Bare shows at the Miami Improv Festival. Thursday, February 3, is my birthday, so come to that show. Yes, fly to Florida and come to my show for my birthday!
Posted by Fuzzy at 3:07 PM | Comments (0)
Snow Shadows
originally posted on Metroblogging Chicago
If you get in close enough, even in Chicago, even days after the snow falls, you can find untouched patches of snow. Square feet, even.
(As I write this, it's snowing again, so soon everything will look like this again).
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Thanks for those nightmares, Walt
Headless mannequins are nothing new, but I think we sort of fill in the heads in our imagination. This one in the Disney Store window display is holding a pillow where her head would be! So either she really doesn't have a head (creepy!) or she's the victim of a horrible slumber party accident (horror!).
Posted by Fuzzy at 2:09 PM | Comments (0)
Harlem(?) Globetrotters
originally posted on Metroblogging Chicago
I took my little crew out into the blizzard to see the Harlem Globetrotters at the United Center Saturday. My roommate, foolishly, bet me $5 on the New York Nationals (I even gave him 12 points -- the Globetrotters won by 20 or so points). They didn't do any of their super-crazy stunts (no ladders or trampolines this tour) but tons of antics and Kenyan dancers and high school drum and choral groups at half-time.
When I got back to the office on Monday one of my co-workers asked, "aren't the Globetrotters from Chicago?" What? Duh -- they're from Harlem.
Well, actually, the Globetrotters are from Chicago. The team was founded in Chicago in 1926 (by a short Jewish guy from the North Side) and was based here until 1976 (now they're headquartered in Arizona). (And WTTW has a history-geek-fascinating account of discovering a minor inaccuracy in the official Globetrotter history.)
Posted by Fuzzy at 12:30 PM | Comments (0)
January 21, 2005
Golden Knockoffs
originally posted on Metroblogging Chicago
Well, sometimes it doesn't pay to actually do research, because your delightful blog-fancies turn out to have no basis in, you know, fact.
For years I've sort of had this impression that Chicago was covered with a huge variety and selection of Golden [XXXX] pancake/dinery places, with dozens of values for [XXXX]. Last night I had a dinner-meeting at the Golden Apple (Wellington and Lincoln) and I thought I should check the white pages and see just how many Golden Whatevers there really were. Just six. Angel, Apple, Heart, House, Nugget (times seven -- the 600 lb. gorilla of the Golden world!), and Waffle. I always thought there was a Golden Horseshoe, too, but I'm probably mixing up the Golden Nugget's logo and Las Vegas casinos.
Some related notions:
- Campbell McGrath's Spring Comes to Chicago contains the poem "The Golden Angel Pancake House," which is one of my favorite poems.
- This American Life spent 24 hours at the Golden Apple
- Several Chicago Burger Kings become "Burger Delights"
- Slightly farther afield, knockoffs of KFC knockoffs in NYC
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January 20, 2005
Photos from Sketchfest
Because we knew that our Sketchfest show was going to be a one-time-only kind of dealio, we planned ahead and it's one of our best documented shows. We had our friend Michael Starcevich come out and video the show (a two camera shoot!) and Aaron Gang came and shot a bunch of stills. I've combined Aaron's shots with ones Erica and I took backstage for a sketchfest-a-photo-rama.
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Happy Birthday Andrea
Happy Birthday, Andrea!
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January 19, 2005
A man in a hat
Erica took me to the opening of I Am My Own Wife at the Goodman last night. Above she's with the sole actor from the show, Jefferson Mays. The show was as good as I've been hearing.
Shaun, on the other hand, went to see All Shook Up (one of those musicals where they take a bunch of songs from an artist and then build a loose story around them -- like Mama Mia) and it was terrible. And Shaun loves Elvis.
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January 18, 2005
P*rn Happy
Susannah Breslin is writing a novel and I donated a small amount to help her write it, because we're pro-art here at FuzzyCo. And pro-cowgirl.
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Accordion in the cold
On Sunday morning Erica and I went to see her friend Eric Reda play his accordion and sing in a house-shaped hole in a vacant lot. (Yes, Erica Reid's friend Eric Reda. I'm worried that someday they might touch and the matter/anti-matter explosion could take out most of Chicago.)
Eric is auditioning for a new production of Shockheaded Peter and wanted his audition tape to have the ambiance of a "junk opera". So 10 of his closest friends sat outside in 7� weather and listened to Eric work his way through an original song and covers of Toxic and Bj�rk's Anchor Song. Eventually his fingers froze and we moved inside for mimosas and another round of the songs.
Posted by Fuzzy at 2:13 PM
January 16, 2005
(No) Thanks, 311
originally posted on Metroblogging Chicago
I was parking my roommate's pick-up truck tonight and the only spots free were meter spots. But is tomorrow (MLK Day) a meter holiday? Hey, I remember all those bus-side ads for 311 -- the city-wide phone information service -- I can sit here in the warm truck and find out.
Hello, City of Chicago information, how may I help you?
Hi, are parking meters enforced tomorrow?
Huh. I don't know. Let me put you on hold for a second.
(Silence... have I been disconnected?)
Sir? I'm going to transfer you.
(Ring. Ring. Ring.)
City of Chicago parking enforcement. How may I help you?
Hi, are parking meters enforced tomorrow?
Huh. I don't know. Gerald, is tomorrow a parking holiday? [distant mumble] OK. Listen to the news tomorrow, they'll tell you. (Click)
Ah! Listen to the news tomorrow! Because the news knows Chicago better than Chicago does.
(P.S. Tomorrow, it appears, is not a parking meter holiday.)
Posted by Fuzzy at 6:44 PM
Roast Schnitger
Last night Erica and I went to a birthday roast for her friend and co-worker Erik Schnitger. I've put a set of snapshots up on Flickr.
Posted by Fuzzy at 9:34 AM | Comments (0)
January 14, 2005
Bookshelf
Via Kittyloaf:
"Copy the list from the last person in the chain, delete the names of the authors you don't have on your home library shelves and replace them with names of authors you do have. Bold the replacements."
1. Joseph Heller
2. Ayn Rand
3. Kurt Vonnegut
4. Terry Pratchett
5. Neil Gaiman
6. Wil Wheaton
7. Tony Pierce
8. Steven Brust
9. William Shakespeare
10. Cintra Wilson
Posted by Fuzzy at 12:29 PM
January 13, 2005
Sketchfest - So how'd it go?
The crew backstage
(Right after the show I went straight home to pack for a work trip to New York and that's been keeping me busy for the last couple of days. I'm sitting in LaGuardia right now waiting for the plane home and I finally have a few minutes to write this*.)
Mustapha prepares for his first role
Well first off, let's talk about* a one big difference between a sketch show or a play and the improv that I usually do -- the day of. With an improv show all I have to do is make sure I'm dressed nice and then show up at the theatre an hour early or so, mainly so that the house manager or producer doesn't have to worry about whether I'm going to show up (it happens -- people flake). With this show, not only did it occupy most of my free time for the month up to the show, but it completely occupied the day of the show with last minute printing out set lists and organizing and making sure props were in bags and so on and so forth. But the time we were packing the truck to leave for the theatre I had already put a day's worth of mental energy into the show.
Shaun traded his station wagon for a pickup truck this summer (and I got rid of my beast of a 30-year-old sports car) and we had so many props and a live cat to transport, so we decided to make two trips. I drove Shaun over early with a load of props and then came back for Mustapha and Erica.
And forgot the jackets.
The jackets that Megan slaved over for weeks. The designed-then-redesigned jackets. The I-bought-a-new-leather-jacket-just-for-this-show jackets. The start-off-the-show-with-a-bang jackets.
Erica even asked "Do you have the jackets?" before we left the house the second time and I answered something along the lines of "Of course (I'm wearing a jacket)". Because I was. Wearing a regular jacket.
Panic!
I gave Brian and Megan the keys to our house and sent them off to get the jackets. Which, of course, induced more panic (on my part, anyway) that if they were delayed, we wouldn't have the jackets nor Brian and Megan to play their parts.
The dancers backstage
Shaun and Greg go over the tech
Oh, and Greg had had a simple request for the tech setup. He was going to be running both light and sound cues by himself but he had discovered that the CD player in the tech booth was behind him as he sat at the light board. He had asked that I bring a small CD player that could be placed beside the light board so he wouldn't have to turn around. I forgot that, too. We suggested that he recruit the Sketchfest-provided tech guy to run the sound cues off his verbal commands.
Well, Brian and Megan made it back with the jackets and Greg (I found out later) recruited Rachel Michalski, Superpunk's tech goddess, who had come along to see Superpunk do their 30 second bit in the show. Ten minutes before Rhythm Method finished we were escorted from the conference room where we'd been hovering into the just-off-stage dressing room.
And then we did the show.
Patrick Brennan MCing
And it almost all worked. And what didn't work (sound cues, mostly, and Mustapha freaking out a little more than we expected him to, and me staring blankly at Shaun for a solid 10 seconds when I spaced on my first little dramatic speech before I remembered it) all seemed to fit into the motif of the show, about our partnership and our show falling apart.
People were wowed by the dance (which got us off to a great start) and tickled by Ben's bumps and confused by all the interruptions to the show and they actually laughed at many of the bits, even the ones that we just wrote so that Don could interrupt them.
I never set out to do anti-comedy or anything, but Shaun and I seem to be pretty good at shows that leave the audience half-amused and half-wondering how much of what they had just seen was real.
All in all, I was happy with how the show turned out. I don't think we'll be doing it again any time soon -- too many people and things to organize. And I'm not sure Mustapha will want to do the show again.
Erica and I took some shots backstage and then Erica snuck out and took some shots of the opening number, so that's what I've got here. Aaron Gang came to the show and took shots throughout, so I'll put up a gallery of those as soon as I get them.
My hottie girlfriend sitting around being hot
And hey, thanks to Tom and Kate for coming to the show (I happened to see them after/before the show -- thanks to you, too, if you came to the show).
Posted by Fuzzy at 2:20 PM | Comments (0)
Stuck
I'm sitting on a plane on the runway at LaGuardia, a victim of the warm weather you've been having for the last few days while I've been in drizzly, chilly New York. (Chicgao is 61° right now, but the temperature drops 30° over 150 miles and that steep difference is causing extreme weather all over Illinois.) We've been on the plane for two hours so far and we won't have an update about whether or not we'll head for Chicago tonight for another hour.
But at least I'm better off than the guy sitting behind me. He's been talking on a cell phone to a friend of his his sister, psyching himself up for a conversation with his girlfriend(?) where he's anticipating her blaming him for being late on purpose, and then getting mad because she'll have to pick up the rental car they need to get to his sister's wedding tomorrow. Which he can't pick up because he lost his driver's license in Mexico. (Lost, or lost?) He just said, "I might as well just get up and announce to everyone on the plane that this is my fault, because that's what Shirley*'s going to say."
----
We taxied back to the gate so that people who wanted to get off the plane could do so. Most of us decided to stick it out -- the weather can't be bad forever, can it?
Meanwhile, the guy behind kept up a steady cycle of calls to his sister, American Airlines (to check on the status of our and Shirley's flight), and phone and text messages to Shirley. His calls to Shirley started out very cautious and conciliatory, but eventually he got a little agitated and he left a message that started out, "well, I guess your battery must be dead because I can't imagine why you'd have it off...". And then his next call to American revealed that her plane was still in the air, so he immediately called her back to apologize to her voice mail.
The unkindest cut came when he tried to call the hotel they're staying in tonight in Chicago to authorize Shirley to check in without him. First he navigated a series of national reservation numbers to the hotel itself to someone who could help him (I heard the start of his explanation over and over as he started to explain the problem to some new hotel employee. "Well, Chad, I'll be arriving very late this evening...") only to have his cell phone cut off after the third re-explanation. When he finally reached the appropriate employee they wanted him to fax over some sort of authorization. "Ma'am, I can't fax you anything - I'm stuck on a plane."
And then, just as the captain announced that we were leaving the gate to actually head for Chicago (three hours late), Shirley called. The conversation seemed to go as Guy Behind had feared it would. "No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't do that. Either wait for me or pick up the rental car. There is no third option. ... I don't have a driver's license. I do not have a driver's license. There is no third option. It's very easy to get to the hotel and my sister can direct you. No, she's up. I've been talking to her and she's ready to help."
I guess Shannon hung up, because then he called his sister to ask her to call Shirley. We were poised on the runway at this point and the flight attendants were announcing that we needed to have all electronic equipment off while he was talking to his sister. "Please call Shirley, she doesn't want to bother you because you're getting married tomorrow..." "Excuse me sir, that needs to be off." "... so please just call her..." "Sir, that needs to be off." "Bye. ... Do you think it was necessary to strike me?" "(inaudible)" "Because that was kind of bizarre." "(inaudible)" "Yes, you are sorry."
And then the plane took off.
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You know, I don't know if this story is interesting to anyone else, but for the five hours I was stuck on the plane it was a mini-soap opera that was pretty much the only thing (other than Mario vs. Donkey Kong) that was keeping me from going crazy.
Anyway, as soon as we landed Guy Behind was on the phone again. And Shirley had screwed him! She had taken a cab down to the hotel, who hadn't let her check in (despite Guy Behind's earlier phone calls). I haven't really mentioned how calm Guy Behind was through all of this -- he was agitated, but wasn't going to blow his cool. And when I saw him at the baggage claim I was surprised to see that he was wearing a tie. Did he wear it the whole 5 hours? Crazy cool, Guy Behind.
Guy Behind waiting for his bag, shot with my the crappy camera in my phone
And sadly, that's as much as I know of the story. Guy Behind took off from the baggage claim and went back upstairs as I was headed to the taxi stand. Good luck, Guy Behind. Have fun at your sister's wedding.
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Shaun in TeamXbox
Shaun did an interview with TeamXbox about his day job.Posted by Fuzzy at 12:53 PM
Why am I doing this stuff again?
I've been having one of my periodic "What, again, was the point of doing this theater stuff?" moods, combined with an (un)healthy dose of "people the same age as me are much more successful than I am". And if I don't know what my goals are, then how can I compare myself to anyone, even in an unhealthy fashion?
Of course, I have a lot of fun being on stage. And that's likely reason enough. But then I feel like if I planned out some of the ways and times I get on stage, I could increase that fun, but I'm a little bit of a loss about how exactly that will out pan out.
And then I have to wade through conversations like I had with one of my New York-based coworkers at lunch who can't seem to grasp that just doing it for fun might be enough and keeps giving me off-the-wall suggestions of the ways I could be making money with this comedy stuff. "There's a market for cheap sitcoms!" "Ummm... OK. I'll keep that in mind."
So let's just throw here some links to some stuff I've been thinking about in association with this stuff:
Danny O'Brien asks the musical question, How many people do you need to be famous for? looking at the notion of thinly distributed fame.
Ani DiFranco on success
Hugh MacLeod's How to Be creative
Dave Eggers on "Keeping it Real" (or here)
Jesus Jones' Mike Edwards on cashing in vs. selling out
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MarsEdit - thumbs up
After this one plane ride, I think I'm giving MarsEdit a big thumbs up. I've composed my last three entries in it and it's slick and easy.
Posted by Fuzzy at 12:14 PM
January 11, 2005
Presents
I like to order CDs straight from the band or the label, if I can, because a) sometimes it's cheaper and b) I imagine that a greater percentage of the price goes straight to the band. But I'd hadn't ever considered that c) might happen.
Posted by Fuzzy at 10:02 AM
January 9, 2005
Sketchfest - Done!
We did the show!
The tech only got 10% screwed up, Mustapha only freaked out a little bit, and just now I got up to walk across the room and my legs were weak, but we did the show.
Pictures and more later.
Posted by Fuzzy at 8:20 PM | Comments (0)
January 8, 2005
Sketchfest -- things the world needs to hear
I asked my friend Ben Taylor to make some "bumps" to introduce a number of the sketches we're doing at Sketchfest. He did, as I like to say, a bang-up job. Unfortunately, the constraints of our show meant that we asked him to trim a few seconds (or, in the case of the Montage bump, a minute and a half) off of each bump. They're still good, but I wanted to give you a chance to hear the unedited, director's cut of each one. And if you're in an improv group that performs long form montages, I'd like to encourage you to put the Montage song on repeat in the background. I think that'd be dreamy.- Hymie McTavish and an Elvis Impersonator (288K mp3)
- Space Ninja Delicatessen (380K mp3)
- Three Hookers, a Math Test, and a Kitten (304K mp3)
- Fat Southern Senator (296K mp3)
- Montage (1.6M mp3)
Posted by Fuzzy at 1:55 PM
Red Line Train
originally posted on Metroblogging Chicago
One of my weaknesses is the $10 price point. So after I heard Kristin Rönne play a single verse of Redemption Song (yes, the Bob Marley song, but done in a folky style) down in the Chicago station of the Red Line, I threw two $5s in her cardboard box, took a CD, and got on the train that had just arrived. Not bad if you like that lady-singer-songwriter kinda stuff. The album is all originals -- pity, I wouldn't mind having that Redemption Song cover.
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January 7, 2005
Some brief press mentions
The Chicago press is full of Sketchfest articles this weekend and we get a few nods:
Newcity says, "Highlights include performances by Chicago's FuzzyCo ..."
Chicago Reader says, "Rhythm Method and FuzzyCo. These are two local groups."
And MicrocinemaScene has reviewed Dancing With Gaia, that indie film I was in. About my contribution to the film the reviewer says, "Featuring ... Fuzzy Gerdes ..."
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January 6, 2005
Sketchfest - home stretch
Kittyloaf finished the jackets and for all of the problems she had, they came out great. There are little christmas lights all around the back, with a battery pack in each pocket. And the whole back section is just glued and velcroed on, so we can turn them back into regular jackets, or have her do the original metal-stud idea later.
We had our tech at the Theatre Building last night. Because they have to get through tech rehearsals for 80 or so groups, we had a strict 45 minutes. As I had feared, we were "that group" and had to beg the next group for 5 minutes to run through the dance at the very end. Otherwise, it went about as well as could be expected.
And that's the last time we'll see the whole cast until Sunday at 5:00 pm. When we'll, you know, do the show. Eek. Just 7 or 10 props left to find or build, and Shaun and I should run through the show another 20 or 30 times. Wheee!
Update: Oh, and completely redo the sound cues CD (a bunch of the cues can be consolidated, we discovered, and I had left off two sounds).
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Erica votes on snow
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Snow Day!
Whooray! A snow day! Look, it's snowing outside! It's everywhere! Woo-oo!
What do you mean I don't get the day off just because it's snowing? I'm an "adult" and still have to go to "work"? Crap. And I have to go shovel the sidewalk because I own 13.25% of my building and we decided (in the summer) that it made sense not to hire lawn work or snow removal services, but to do it ourselves instead. Double-crap.
(Partly I present this picture to prove to my condo-mates that I did shovel -- by the time I got done in the front of the house there was already a good 1/4" on the freshly-shoveled section in the back.)
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January 5, 2005
motes vs logs
A couple of years ago I was the Sketch Stage venue manager for the Chicago Improv Festival. I sat up in the tech booth and made fun of any group that had tech requirements more complicated than 'lights up/lights down' -- "They have to know that they're coming to a festival, which means they have no familiarity with nor control over the space and we're on an incredibly tight schedule."
Pot, allow me to introduce kettle.
We have 47* sound cues in our show. (I know this because I finished editing and assembling all the sound cues tonight. Add "sound designer" to the list of credits I won't bother giving myself in the program.) We have dancers, a cat, a couple bags of costumes and props, and leather jackets with battery-powered Christmas lights on them.
We did also, however, have our first* all-cast rehearsal tonight. Nobody was off-book and people kept goofing around, but I felt really good about it. These are all people we've worked with before on high-stress projects like the Neutrino Project and they've always come through. I trust them not to let me down.
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January 3, 2005
Feliz Año Nuevo
It's not that we don't know how to party, this year we just didn't want to share our party with anybody else. So Erica and I rang in the New Year with Univision on one TV and Katamari Damacy on the other, 2 bottles of lambic, and champaigne & PomWonderful for the toast. And then at midnight the Tivo auto-switched to record a terrible reality dating show and we settled back on the couch to laugh at the misfortunes of others.
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January 2, 2005
No holiday for comedy
It was a holiday weekend, but for us it was also one week before the show (and just a few days before our only full-cast rehearsal) so we kept fairly busy.
Thursday night they let us out of the office an hour early, so Shaun and I headed out to do some costume/prop shopping. We stopped at Strange Cargo and ordered some custom t-shirts for the cast and Superpunk and looked for a Tiny Tim hat, but couldn't find one. Then we drove out to Fantasy Headquarters where we found tons of the incidentals we needed -- toy guns, bunny and elephant mask, ninja hood, etc, etc. We've been planning to invest in a bear costume (Why? Why not -- what can't you do with a bear costume?) an we looked at the ones they had, but we discovered that Fantasy HQ only rents them. Somehow it seemed to me perfectly reasonable to spend $700 for a bear costume and use it for a 30 second bit (but have it for any future uses) but completely unreasonable to spend $85 to rent it for a 30 second bit.
Friday during the day we headed over to the Arabesque Dance Studio to meet with Michelle from Lavender Cabaret and two of the other dancers. Michelle was doing the choreography for the opening number and we had given her freedom to either have us stand around on stage while the dancing went on around us, or to make us part of the dance. She opted for the later and we had a full two hour dance rehearsal learning the 2 minute dance she'd choreographed.
Saturday and today we just did some run-throughs off both the show and the dance number on our own. I made a first pass at a program -- Sketchfest is likely to have a program for the whole festival, but so many people have contributed to this show I wanted to make sure they got some kind of credit.
And Ben Taylor dropped off a CD of more "bumps" (little musical introductions to the scenes). We had had a big miscommunication about one of them (the one that needed to be the shortest, say 2 secs, was the longest, about a minute and a half) but I'm sure he'll have a new one for me tomorrow. After I post this I'm going to make a first pass at putting together the sound cues CD.
Whew.
Oh, and tomorrow night we're doing a set at the Bird's Nest Bar (2500 N Southport) where we'll likely be trying out some of the scenes from the show. Have I mentioned enough times how good the wings are there?
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Hotty McHotness
By popular demand (which is to say, at Erica's mom's request), Erica's hair dye job.
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January 1, 2005
Raza Obrera
Raza Obrera wear orange overalls and have a harp player who dances around with his full-size harp the same way a guitar player does. And it is for spectacles like that that Erica and I watched Univision ring in the new year.
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