I’ll be doing sketches as part of the Hub Theatre’s “Crazy Christmas” along with some fellow MoHos on December 16 & 17. The Hub Theatre is located at 5245 Lankershim Blvd in North Hollywood, CA, and their phone number is 818-508-0076.
As the only MoHo with facial hair, I became the default Jesus for the MoHo portion of the evening, giving me the rare opportunity to portray the Savior throughout his life — from his infancy to his adultery.
Wait, that didn’t come out right…
I just finished re-watching “Once More, With Feeling.” It’s an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in which the entire town of Sunnydale falls under a demonic curse, forcing citizens to live life as a musical. I’m going to violate 15 seconds of copyright to share a personal favorite moment — a man on the street is very happy with the dry cleaning he just picked up.
Andy Chudzinski and I went to go see eighty year old Alice “Alligator” Johnston sing at the Back Room last night. She was brilliant, but the crowd wasn’t. One particularly rowdy drunk eventually rowded too far, and right in the middle of “Baltimore Oriole” Miss Alice pulled out a switchblade and casually flipped it into his foot, though if you weren’t watching you wouldn’t have known because she never missed a note. Well, things went to hell and some idiot called the cops. Andy and I bailed right away because we were hungry and didn’t want to be witnesses.
Out on the street, we discovered that Andy’s car had been towed. An overgrown mimosa obscured the sign warning of that possibility. So instead of a late night breakfast at Brite Spot, we had a late night cab ride to the impound lot at 22nd and Alvarado. After Andy paid his fine, the toad behind the bulletproof glass slid us a lot number to find his car. Our steps echoed horribly through the garage. The car was humiliated. Andy felt guilty as hell so he filled it with Premium as an apology.
In the store this morning, a boy of about 7 was singing “Row, row, row your boat” endlessly as he punched his dad in the thigh to the beat. I was reminded of a version of that song I learned as a child (can’t recall the source…), which I thought was just the cleverest thing ever when I heard it. It went: Propel, propel, propel your craft
placidly through the solution.
Happily, happily, happily, happily,
existence is but an illusion.
At first I was pleased at the memory, but now the song is stuck in my head, and I can’t get it out. And having “Row Your Boat” stuck in your head, no matter what the lyrics, gets painful quickly.
