That was quite a dramatic last entry, I’ll tell you what!
So this weekend I went up on the bus to Seattle to get a freeshow. Yes, all one word just like the lady’s dog in the joke. Freeshow! Freeshow! Meg and Simon called me up to Seattle to seeSTRANGE TALES OF PRESTON STAGGER
Free? Free? Have I ever been known to turn down free? Speaking of free entertainment, my first serious girlfriend (“she to whom my nut was lost” officially speaking) caught up after 9 years of not running into each other and her taking of my intercoursular virginity at my tender, over-medicated age of timid 19. My standard oral virginity having been lost in a bout with a stoner chick some years before.
I say that to say this, Livejournal friends. She sat next to me on the bus and turned me on, excited me, inspired me and we had probably the most fun I’ve had on the bus in a while.
Reclaiming the bus with S.!
Yeah, come on now yeah hah is that an exciting turn of serendipity or what? Oh, I forgot to tell you that she works at a sushi restaurant and gave me two free huge rolls of sushi. I sat at the bar like a man finding his hobo’s paradise, and no matter how dull Meg van Huygen
finds the full-moon coincidence, I was waited on and flattered by a (solidly ex-) ex! This, friends and well-wishers, is a milestone.
A human milestone in late-blooming milestoner-y.Yes, so onto the shows.
Pickman was weird, I yakked at the girl working as bartender and... what can you say about a play that faithfully adapts H.P. Lovecraft? Seared Simon (over greens with chevre) is the titular Pickman, a ghoulish slave to Cthlulhu who works his maps of Old Seattle to terrifying purpose. The guys in all white with masks on frightened me, and of course one of them upon closer examination was none other than H.P. Ravenface himself, old Sy Monaster, playing a part like a can of canned ham relishing his every bad line and getting four solid laughs in what is an uncertainly comic horrific adaptation.
Oh Preston Stagger! Oh Strange Tales
and visionary wonders! Oh Seattle theater, you break my heart with Pickman and then you slap it back together with the magical combined forces of Earley Dean, Simon Astor, Tyson, Graham (what a chock full jar of talent this wiry kid is) and Ray, oh Ray with my same shoe size, poring over his newspaper and never letting up, oh Preston Stagger and Carter the impish newsboy (just the tip) and Jonah, sweet-faced hornball Jonah as sweet-faced Hornball Hau, Hau pronounce it however you like. It was a stunning voyage into Simon Astor’s mind-brain
, a wondrous voyage therein to a world where Erin lilts and the newsboys all come dirt cheap, oh wondrous night of wonders, oh Goblet of Sleeps, oh clove cigarette smell from the bass player, oh giving backrubs in the greenroom, oh getting backrubs and feeling a part of the human scene.The Humans and Brodie Kelly: a Lifetime Original
So what if some rinky dink outfit stripped me out of my life’s story. The wonder of life is in being a nobody, an urban shaman, a dedicated (and rededicated) father, a man worthy of love and full of song. To live like Hydrozoa and Ravenface, to cough in the night, to meet one’s ex girlfriend on the bus, to eat a Wendy’s double stack for 99c.
Check out their frosty. It makes bus drivers like you!
Great work on music and the Old Professor’s house, Salmon ravenface
and Dagmar hydrozoa
. Oh precious Preston Stagger, of laughter and pandas, of college football-interrupting She-Ra and Lassie’s adventures in riflery, of being called The Artist and living like the Real Brodie Kelly.
I have an appointment with a Holistic Psychiatrist on Friday. Let’s level back up, Team Brodie