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April 28, 2006
Review: Lewis Black - The Carnegie Hall Performance
I got a copy of the new Lewis Black album for review. So let's review it, shall we...
If you're familiar with Lewis Black, it's likely from his weekly appearance on the Daily Show. A clip of AC/DC and then it begins -- Black begins to seethe, until he can't take it any longer and he crescendos into a bark, a growl. He snaps. (Though I was a little disappointed to learn that he's just performing those those words, that anger. Why I, a performer, am constantly surprised to learn that performances are just that, is beyond me.)
This new double CD is that same energy, on the big stage at Carnegie Hall. A few jokes about getting old, the oddness of candy corn, and then a lot of politics. New Orleans, Gay Marriage, Terry Schiavo, and a long story about his performing at the Congressional Correspondents Dinner. Black is so mad about so much of it, that he doesn't even make jokes out of some of it:
How come when Christians interpret the Bible and shit like [Katrina] happens, it is not seen as some sort of retribution? That's what God did in the Old Testament. You fucked up, he kicked your ass. But they never see it as that, it's always huh, oh. There's a joke there, but I don't know what it is.
Though I was relived the second time he said there was no joke and he then proceeded to make one.
And then he said the President's handlers wanted to know what I was going to say in order to be sure that the President could handle it. [long pause] That's the joke. It's the punchline, really, but I've not been able to think of a set up. It's one of the greatest punchlines I've ever said and nobody ever laughs, they just stare, into space. That is the joke. I'd like to come up with a context for that joke to make sense, be a joke, and a ha-ha-ha joke. Because I know it's a joke, and I can't. Because everytime I say the sentence it's like when you have ice cream in the summer and you take a big bite and your head freezes. And a tear comes out of your eye. And there are no thoughts inside it. The President has handlers. The President of the greatest country on earth has handlers. The man who said to the terrorists, "Bring it the fuck on," needs handlers. Is there something I don't know? Is he like a bear? Bears need handlers. Maybe that's it. He's like a big bear and they need a chunk of meat and they take it, "C'mon, follow us, got a meeting." And then two guys with prods go, "No, over there, there's the door. There's the door big fella."
Sometimes he's so flabbergasted that he can only repeat himself, trying to drive his point home in our brain.
Whether you agree with Fox or not, it's like all the other channels. They're meaningless. Why? 'Cause there's that thing. They have writing on the bottom. They have writing on the bottom. They have writing on the bottom of the screen. They have writing on the bottom of the screen.
Shaun really likes Lewis Black and I asked him why. "Because he's so angry." Then you'll like this album, Shaun.
P.S. About the Double CDness of the album-- it's a total of 86 minutes spread over those two CDs. Couldn't a bit have been trimmed here and there and then an uncut DVD included? Because the DVD would have... the hands. Lewis Black's hands nearly have a life of their own, with the pointing and the jabbing. A few times during the album I felt like there was a laugh out of nowhere, and then I'd think, "I bet his hands just did something really funny."
Lewis Black
The Carnegie Hall Performance
Comedy Central Records
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April 27, 2006
PIF Coloring Book
Another way we were spoiled when we arrived in Phoenix was with an official festival goody bag. There were schedules, guides to local eateries, toys, and a festival coloring book, with a page for each group in the festival. Our two pages were:
by Michelle Edwards of The Remainders.
It's true, you know. I do like photography. And Shaun does like strip clubs.
by The Original's Jacque Arrend
This is the secret story behind an otherwise ordinary Neutrino Project publicity photo.
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April 26, 2006
Phoenix 2006, Saturday
Saturday morning brought some pressing news -- Lo-Lo's Chicken and Waffles, my annual Phoenix after-show dining spot -- was now only open until 10 pm, so if I was to get in some chicken AND some waffles, it was going to have to be now. Troops who were conscious (I guess the second poker game went until 7 am) were rounded up and breakfast was had. Man, I love those waffles.
We got back from Lo-Lo's just in time for me to go teach my workshops. Originally, the workshops were scheduled to be taught by Shaun and I together, but we decided that it would make more sense for both of our careers if I concentrated on teaching workshops and Shaun concentrated on hanging out by the pool. Well, it made sense the way Shaun explained it.
In any case, I had a great time. The first workshop was full - 12 students - and we cranked through the mass of information I was trying to jam into their heads about making bold character choices. Of course, I have no idea how much value any of them got out of it, but it felt really productive. For the next workshop, I guess I had lost some students to the Bingo Jam, so I only had 3 people. Intense would be the operating word for this session, as we went the full two hours, meaning everyone was up for 2/3 of the time.
Post-workshops, I had to run back to my hotel and change to get over to the venue for our Bare show.
The Phoenix Improv Festival spoils the performers unlike any other festival I've ever been to. They pay for all the performers' hotel rooms, which, frankly, is the best you're do financially from a festival unless you're a headliner at a huge festival. Every group is assigned a "den mother" - a local person who can drive you around and help with any questions or problems. And they're incredibly patient with our unreasonable requests and last-minute changes. This year, for example, Shaun jokingly asked for two custom t-shirts for Greg and Starcevich, and they produced them. And when, on Friday afternoon, we decided that our show would be a combination of Hotel and Screwed (our version of Michael Delaney and Andrew Secunda's Nailed Down) and so we would need two pairs of extra-large shoes and a drill, Jose just said, "I think I know where we can get those."
"Jose," I said after Shaun was done with his laundry list, "if I was running a festival, I wouldn't take that kind of crap. That's a ridiculous list."
But, Jose produced, and so half of the show was slow, patient near-us conversation between two characters, and the other half was a frentic, absurd mass of at least a dozen characters, each running off their own suggestion. We ran back and forth between the two sides of the stages, occasionally occupying both sides of the stage at the same time. That, Shaun and I agree, was the only part of the show that didn't work. It was easy enough to be by yourself on the Hotel side of the stage, but on the Screwed side it was really difficult to get into the rhythm of our conversation alone. Anyway, I give the show a B+.
And then we were getting ready for our second Neutrino Project show. I do feel a little bad that I didn't see more of the other groups, but it really did feel like I was always getting ready for- or recovering from- a show of my own. So, I missed all the groups between Bare and Neutrino Project. Sorry.
During this break, Shaun blithely told Kristen and Chuck, as though we did it all the time, "Go knock on some neighborhood doors and see if we can film in someone's living room." Well, they went wandering around the immediate neighborhood of the theater and found a house where they were holding public garden tours. Zing, and yay for Shaun's chutzpah.
I did my set of scenes with Alison and with Matt Martin. Matt is now an Air Force Major, but back in the day he was already a part of National Velveeta before I joined that group, and he introduced Shaun to improv at a summer camp they were both counselors at. He also co-founded, with Shaun, Bare Essentials, the group that eventually transformed into Bare. So it was cool to be back performing with Matt.
Greg, as usual, was the only one of us who got to see the whole show and he said it was even better than Friday's. So yay.
Here's how you know I was really busy all weekend -- I hardly took any photos. Selections of the ones I did take are in a Flickr set.
Kristen Freilich also has a Flickr set of 65 photos.
And Kevin Patterson has posted an astounding 656 pictures from the festival (there's also a smaller set of his best 65 shots). He even took pictures of the Neutrino Project while it was being projected.
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Tory and Steve's Wedding
Sunday morning I got up at 5:30 to make a 7:00 flight back to Chicago so that I could video Tory and Steve's wedding. Even operating the video camera, I (and Erica) found time to snap a few snaps.
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It Had To Be Me
Here's It Had To Be Me, the Vidiocy-winning video from Phillip Mottaz that I'm not in:
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April 25, 2006
I wrote an article by accident
I answered some questions for Jill Bernard so she could write a side-bar to a piece she was doing on festival submissions and they ended up publishing my tips as a complete article: Improve your Submission Tape.
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Book #21: The Last Hot Time
The Last Hot Time by John M. Ford is a "contemporary fantasy", set in a modern Chicago where elves (yes, elves) and magic have returned. It's also a coming-of-age story for the main character, Doc Hallownight, with rather a bit more sexual politics than I was expecting. But, I suppose, is what you always get from John M. Ford -- a bit more than you were expecting.
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April 22, 2006
Phoenix 2006, Friday
It seems I didn't pack my camera USB cord, so pictures will have to wait.
On the plane here I went through the festival schedule and realized that a) I'm going to be in Phoenix just a bit less than 48 hours and b) in that time I have three shows, a tech, and am teaching two workshops. So there's not going to be much time for sightseeing.
There's an official festival coloring book, with pictures of all the groups to color in. It's pretty freakin' awesome.
Yesterday we did our first of two Neutrino shows. Greg, our usual arbiter for such things (since he's the only one of our group who sees the whole show) says it was pretty good. I'm just going to have to trust him on that, because nobody pushed record on the VCR. Sometimes I really try to let go of my control-freak-iness and then something doesn't get done because I didn't do it... Anyway, I climbed a tree for my scene, and ended up 'stuck' there for the rest of the show. I 'fell' out of the tree right at the end of the show, but Shaun was already fading out the shot and so didn't get it. Ah, improvised film.
After our show I watched Apollo 12 do a really spectacular show and then the up-since-4-am-chicago-time hit me all at once, so I regretfully went back to the hotel and took a nap. But what's important at a festival is not the shows, but the partying, right? Well, anyway the crew came back to the hotel and woke me up and we went over to the Bikini Lounge. Four years ago when we started coming to Phoenix, the Bikini Lounge was an empty, grimy little dive bar. Now it's a super-crowded, grimy little dive bar. Yay, progress.
At the bar, Jose said I needed to come next door to The Trunk Space gallery and see a show. Indeed I did need to see that show. Travis Nichols does some amazingly cute, fun art. Art is fun! Yay, art!
OK, I'm off to get some breakfast to have energy to teach some workshops. Oh, impressionable minds, bend to my will!
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April 21, 2006
Book #20: Getting Things Done
I first encountered Getting Things Done (GTD) by David Allen a few years ago through Merlin Mann's website 43 Folders. GTD presents a system for managing all the projects in your life in a stress-free manner. It's a very practical framework, but most of the examples in the book are aimed at executives, sales people, etc. 43 Folders looks at geek-specific ways of implementing GTD, and has moved on other 'life-hack' techniques. So it's a great combo for someone like me.
When I first picked up the book I only made it halfway through before I got distracted by another book (insert easy jokes here). Even that 50% of the book had been very valuable (the 'next action' concept alone can really transform a to-do list), but I wanted to finish the book at some point. So this year I thought I'd make it part of my 50 Books challenge and then I wouldn't let myself move on to another book until I'd finished this one. Since it'd been a while since I read that first half, I started over at the beginning.
So, now I can check that off my list. I have not sat down and done the complete overhaul of my project management system like David Allen recommends, but it's influenced my systems even more. We're running the Wedding Project under GTD concepts, for example.
If you'd like a quick intro into some of this stuff, here's an entertaining hour-long talk Merlin Mann gave at Bay-Chi on "This is About Much More Than Tools and Rules".
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April 20, 2006
Dan's shirt
Dan has designed a shirt and entered it into the ongoing Threadless design competition. Do click on the shirt-glimpse above and vote on it. I happen to think it is a delightful design.
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April 19, 2006
Who doesn't like free stuff?
We're running a contest on the New Improv Page giving away Lewis Black's new standup album.
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This weekend, Phoenix
Shaun and I are headed to Phoenix, AZ this weekend for the Phoenix Improv Fest. This will be our fourth PIF (and I believe we've performed at every PIF that featured performers from outside Arizona).
Also coming along with us are some of the Chicago Neutrino Project cast. Last year we realized that Election Show 2004 was going to be performing at the PIF, and that Election Show had a strong overlap with the Seattle Neutrino Project cast. So we put together a special combination cast Neutrino Project show for the festival.
This year we're bringing along some of Detroit's Neutrino Project cast and pulling some of Phoenix's finest improv actors to create another All-Star Neutrino Project.
Bare performs Saturday night (4/22) at 7:00 pm
Neutrino Project performs Friday (4/21) at 7:00 pm and Saturday (4/22) at 10:00 pm
All shows are at the Viad Center (1850 N Central Ave, Phoenix, AZ)
I'll also be teaching two workshops on Saturday afternoon at 1:30 pm and 4:00 pm. The workshop listing says I'll be covering "Risk Taking Performance: Break out of safe choices, focus on you as a performer, and learn to better take care of yourself on stage. Decide what rules apply to you and which don’t." Which sounds about right.
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Fuzzy's Somethings, Part 2
Erica reminded me that she had taken a picture of a Fuzzy's Pizza when she was in Houston last year:
And Dan sent me this picture of a place he and Victoria saw last weekend:
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April 18, 2006
Fuzzy's Places
My brother just sent me a picture of Fuzzy s Place (he thinks the apostrophe fell off) a NASCAR bar in Somewhere (he was lost), Tennessee.
That reminded me of another Fuzzy's Place in my inbox, courtesy of Matt Stratton, Fuzzy's Place, a blues club in Atlanta, Georgia.
And the classic, Fuzzy's Place, a strip club in Duluth, Minnesota. (The place wasn't open for the evening yet, but my good friend Karl got them to turn on the sign so we could take a picture.)
And to round us out, from my foreign correspondents, Fuzzy's Grub in London, UK.
And no pictures, but there's Fuzzy's Wolfrose in Bellerose, NY and Fuzzy's Pizza and Italian Cafe in Houston, TX.
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April 17, 2006
Hair
Photo by Erica Reid.
I'm not sure why I'm compelled to point out to y'all every change in my hairstyle, but there you go. The mohawkish thingy is gone and we're at all-natural-color again.
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McSchnit Baby Shower
Saturday was a baby shower for our friends Sara and Erik and their baby "B". The only "shower game" we played was that when you arrived you were given a strand of beads and if you said the word "baby" the person who called you out could take all your beads.
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Fowler Family Radio Hour
After we recovered from a coma-inducing Easter potluck, Erica and I followed our host Jeff Gandy to see the Fowler Family Radio Hour. The FFRH purports to be a radio show broadcast from the small town of Henley in an unspecified Southern state. It's a loose variety show featuring commercials, songs, dance, trivia games, guest bands, and the very dysfunctional antics of the Fowler family. Charming and hilarious stuff.
The show just finished a run at the Theatre Building and now moves to the Donny's Skybox Theatre for a month of Sundays and then to Second City's Unhinged series on Wednesdays.
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Success
I think we can all put a check-mark in the "Success" checkbox next to "Easter potluck" when everyone is comatose after lunch. Thanks, Jeff, for having us over.
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Happy Anniversary
Thanks for the best two years of my life (so far).
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Is this your plate?
Did you maybe bring it to our house for Erica's birthday party? Maybe? Yours?
Update: It's the plate Kate brought the cat cake on. Thanks to Dana for remembering.
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April 16, 2006
Vidiocy update
That movie Phillip Mottaz made that I'm not in? He won. So I'm not saying that your films will win awards if you cast me but then edit out my footage, but it's worth considering, isn't it?
(And Cesar Jaime borrowed my camera and he came in fourth. My perhiperal involvment in your project is just good luck, people.)
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Clueless
We saw a play last night that was an adaptation of a novel for the stage. Evidently, whoever did the adaptation was so in love with the words of the novel that they didn't want to cut a single one. The show was 2 1/2 hours, and it was only crammed into that short of a time because the lead actress said all of her lines very quickly. In a period accent. Which meant you couldn't understand her. Sigh.
The show did, however, lead us to seek out* Clueless, a rather different sort of adaptation. Amy Heckerling (director of Fast Times at Ridgemont High) set Jane Austin's Emma in a Beverly Hills high school. Some of the humor is dated and some of the pop-culture parody is a little broad ("Trevor Birkenstock"?). And some of the most egregious slang weighed heavy in the actor's mouths, even when it was timely. But the mapping of rigid Victorian England class distinctions to high school cliques is pitch-perfect. And the fundamental story is so sweet, and presented with such good-heartedness it's impossible not to be won-over by Alicia Silverstone's Cher. And, perhaps most astonishingly, Heckerling doesn't seem to feel any need to try and 'fix' Austin's story, which feels nearly unprecedented for modern filmmaking.
* And I do mean seek. Last night we stopped at two different Blockbusters to see if they had a copy for sale (neither was in our neighborhood, so we didn't want to rent from them) and today we signed up at our local Video Town just to rent their VHS copy. Be kind, rewind.
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April 13, 2006
Erica's Cheese and Birthday Party
For Erica's chill birthday party last night the centerpiece, both figuratively and literally, was a 3-pound ball of Edam from Mississippi State University. The cheese was a gift from Melissa and Dr. Grady Dixon a few months ago and we've been waiting for a special occasion to dig into it.
As the evening wore on talk turned, as it often does, to tattoos and going and getting some. Kate, Erica, Noah, and I headed over to the Tattoo Factory just after midnight. Kate got a design she's been wanting to get before she leaves Chicago (sniff). We ran into Josh, Kevin, and Brian and Jill (of Cupid Players) who came to watch Brian get a tattoo -- Chicago is totally a small town.
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April 12, 2006
April 12 in History
On April 12,
Events
1861 - American Civil War: The war begins with Confederate forces firing on Fort Sumter, in the harbor of Charleston, South Carolina.
1954 - Bill Haley and His Comets record "Rock Around the Clock" in New York City. Initially unsuccessful, the recording would help launch the rock and roll revolution a year later.
1961 - Yuri Gagarin becomes the first man to fly in space.
1981 - The first launch of a Space Shuttle: Columbia launches on the STS-1 mission.
1994 - Canter & Siegel post the first commercial mass Usenet spam.
Births
1903 - Sally Rand, American dancer and actress (d. 1979)
1916 - Beverly Cleary, American writer
1922 - Tiny Tim, American musician (d. 1996)
1923 - Ann Miller, American actress and dancer (d. 2004)
1928 - Juanita Bane, Erica's grandma
1940 - Herbie Hancock, American pianist and composer
1947 - David Letterman, American talk show host
1950 - David Cassidy, American singer and actor
1962 - Takada Nobuhiko, Japanese professional wrestler
1964 - Amy Ray, American musician (Indigo Girls)
1971 - Shannen Doherty, American actress
1979 - Claire Danes, American actress
1979 - Erica Reid, American choreographer and actress
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Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday to my one true love. I asked this guy if he wanted to say "Happy Birthday" also,
but he's just sitting there eating a calzone!
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April 11, 2006
Luke Anders Gollub
Luke, Amelia, and Nana (that is, my mom). Photo by Don Gerdes.
Today at 3:30 pm Luke Anders Gollub was born to my sister and her husband. He's huge: 9 lb 7 oz. Congrats Heidi and Marc (and Amelia and Jake) and happy birth-day Luke.
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Extreme Green House Live
Erica cheeses it up with the Galileo Players in Extreme Green House Live at the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum. They have more shows coming up on April 30, 2006.
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April 10, 2006
Cutting Room Floor
Phillip Mottaz's latest Vidiocy project, It Had To Be Me, has made the semi-finals of that contest, which means that it will be shown this Wednesday night at 8 pm at the IO Theater and is eligible to win fabulous prizes.
I filmed a short scene for that movie a couple of weeks ago. I drug myself out of the house, dog-sick, I might add. But my scene didn't make the final cut of the movie. I'm sad, but I'm happy, too, because I've seen plenty of Vidiocy entries that treated that contest's 10-minute limit as a challenge to fill the time. I'm glad that if the scene just didn't fit that Phillip took the needs of the whole piece into account and chopped it.
(Or maybe I was just terrible.)
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Morty Applebaum, Ukuleleist
I mean, I really do see the value in preparing material and then honing and polishing it, like say through rehearsal. These are not radical statements for most theater artists, I know, but I've just done so much improv for so long. And, in all modesty, people seem to like the stuff I improvise. So, often, it seems easier to just improvise everything.
But sometimes I think I should work that whole "prepare and hone" muscle. And it's hard to acquire actual skills through improvisation. So when Erica gave me a ukulele for my birthday a couple months ago, I asked Steve to give me a guest slot for Don't Spit the Water with the working title "Ukulele guy". He did, and that gave me a deadline to learn to play at least one song on the ukulele and work up a character and routine to go along with it.
Well, I got busy, as always, and I learned a few chords and practiced them, but I kept dragging on learning an actual song. When I'd start looking at a song, I couldn't figure out the character and act that would frame signing the song. And when I'd think of what I wanted the character to be like, I couldn't figure out what song(s) to do.
And then two horrible things happened. The first was that I was looking for online ukulele lessons and I found this advice:
If you are still a poor player, you don't have to play. You are playing music not typwriting. Forget your fingering and song voice. The most important thing is to keep the rhythm and continue singing. This technique is very useful if you memorize only the first chords of some songs.
And then I was noodling around practicing the three chords I knew and I sang Erica a little song I made up, and she said, "that was lovely."
Well, damn, I might as well just improvise the damn thing, then.
So I did. I was kind of mortified to find out that the Humpnight Thumpers jug band would be playing before the show Saturday night, which meant that there would be actual musicians in the audience. And I planned out some little bits that I completely forgot as soon as I got on stage. So I talked a little, and made up three little songs, and people laughed, and I got off-stage.
Whew.
And hey, that picture way back up at the top: I dyed my hair black a few months ago to do a different character for Don't Spit the Water and it's grown out far enough that the roots are rather obvious, so it was definitely time for a hair cut. But since I was doing this show, I asked Erica to cut my hair "crazy" to make Morty that much more of an odd character, before we cut it for real on Sunday. She gave me this kind of wide mohawk and we both think it looks kinda cool, when it isn't spiked up to be all "kerazy," so I think I'm going to keep it for a few weeks (at least until I have to actually look professional for something).
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April 9, 2006
Amazing Acro-cats
Originally posted at the Chicago Metroblog.
A couple of weeks ago my friend Ben stopped by with a maniacal gleam in his eyes.
"Performing Cats!" he proclaimed.
"What?"
"Performing Cats! At a gallery over in Humboldt Park every couple of weeks. Are you in?"
Hell yes.
So this Thursday night we found ourselves watching Samantha Martin's Amazing Acro-cats as part of the Reversible Eye's Loto's Ball variety show (1103 N California Ave).
It was kind of a madhouse. It's a fairly small gallery to begin with, and a good chunk of the floor space was taken up by the cats' props and climbing apparatus. At one point near the beginning of the evening, the band had decided to play a song before the cats performed, Samantha was still warming up the cats, a Spanish-language television show was trying to tape the intro to a piece about the cats, and no one had turned off the background music. I turned to Ben and said, "this could be an incredible train wreck."
But, it wasn't. The band finished, the film crew finished, the background music got shut off, and Samantha launched in to an obviously well-practiced routine with her seven (or so -- I lost track of all their names) cats. The cats knew a variety of tricks and performed them... most of the time. "A trained cat act is a great way to learn humility," Samantha said during the show. She capped off the show by bringing out a serval kitten, which, she admitted, was largely for the "awww" factor. Mission accomplished. And then we faded for the exit as the human performers began taking the stage.
The reactions of our little group varied. I thought the show was definitely worth seeing once. Erica was entranced. "Smart kitties, doing tricks! I felt like I was seven years old," she said.
A gallery of photos from the evening.
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Acro-cats
Some of you have seen the pictures and asked "what's up with the performing cats"? Well, your questions are now answered in a post at the Chicago Metroblog.
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April 4, 2006
BTS
Following up on those shout-outs, here's some behind-the-scenes shots from FemmeTV.
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April 3, 2006
Butts!
I have uncovered the secret desires of the CTA.
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Public Health
I just learned from a teacher friend of mine that they're teaching kids these days to cough or sneeze into the crook of their elbow. Which makes a ton of sense as soon as you think about it for two seconds -- "cover your mouth when you sneeze" is fine as far as it goes, but then you're just going to go put those grubby, germ covered hands all over everything. Crook of the elbow. Wave of the future. Pass it on.
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April 2, 2006
Shout-outs to FemmeTV
I've been sitting in as "Comic #2" in Lavender Cabaret's Femme TV burlesque show for the past few months. I thought I was scheduled through the end of the month, but I guess I had missed a cast email, because the current run of the show is closing next week. Next week I'll be "Ukulele guy" (working title) in Don't Spit the Water, so I'll be missing the closing night.
As Comic #2, I really don't do that much in the show (shh... don't tell Franky) so I've had plenty of time to sit backstage and hang out with all the other performers, so I just wanted to give some shout-outs to all the cool cats: Tomas, Doug, Andrew and Erica, KC, Sean, Jared, Franky, Michelle, and all the dancers. Y'all rock.
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