from sold out to a happy trickle
Saturday night's Dislocated Lips was the first sold out show at Festival House with some people at the door not being able to make it in. My family was happily ensconced in a crowd of strangers who laughed, cried and vomitted in all the right places. (Vomitted ? What am I saying ? There was no audience vomitting. That was totally uncalled for... vomit. Nope.) I raced through the show at breakneck speed once again though and swore to myself that I'd slow it down the next performance. It goes so fast up there under the watchful eye of everyone.
This show is the first time that I've ever really felt self-conscious as a performer. I'm still getting used to the fact that there is so much of me on that stage. I tried to put this out of my mind and I managed to approach Monday night's show at a much more leisurely pace. Unfortunately it was at 10:45 at the end of a long day of teaching. On top of all this the rain must have kept some people from venturing forth on a Monday night. During the performance, a couple of my lines felt like they were slipping through the finger-tips of my mind. (That's a fun game to play anywhere, "the _______ of my mind". Toilet, sewer, rainbow, elbow, etc. Fill in the blank with anything.) But once again when the end game there was the applause and praise which is the gravy-flavoured icing on the cake. I couldn't have asked for a better audience.
Amy Salloway was nice enough to come check out my show. Her one woman show DOES THIS MONOLOGUE MAKE ME LOOK FAT is playing at the Festival House on Fri Sep 17 6:30 pm, Sat Sep 18 3:00 pm and Sun Sep 19 6:45 pm.
I haven't been putting my short-short stories up on this blog so if you're interested in what happens at The Language Construction Zone - the fictional school that DISLOCATED LIPS takes place in - you'll have to let your fingers do the tap-dancing on your keyboard to kevinspenst.com where you can find a new short short story everyday. Once al this Fringeness is over, I'll return to just writing completely disperate stories everyday that have no connection to anything but a strange sensibility that tries to marry Micheal Ondatjee with the Zuckers (In the skin of the Airplane !). That's what I do.
Oh and if you're free today at 4:30 come see my show. I'm giving out free lap dances to the first one hundred people that arrive. (A stripper doing a lap dance while reciting Virginia Woolf's "A Room of One's Own" That's something I'd like to see as part of a play. I don't know what it means but it would be a powerful image.)
This show is the first time that I've ever really felt self-conscious as a performer. I'm still getting used to the fact that there is so much of me on that stage. I tried to put this out of my mind and I managed to approach Monday night's show at a much more leisurely pace. Unfortunately it was at 10:45 at the end of a long day of teaching. On top of all this the rain must have kept some people from venturing forth on a Monday night. During the performance, a couple of my lines felt like they were slipping through the finger-tips of my mind. (That's a fun game to play anywhere, "the _______ of my mind". Toilet, sewer, rainbow, elbow, etc. Fill in the blank with anything.) But once again when the end game there was the applause and praise which is the gravy-flavoured icing on the cake. I couldn't have asked for a better audience.
Amy Salloway was nice enough to come check out my show. Her one woman show DOES THIS MONOLOGUE MAKE ME LOOK FAT is playing at the Festival House on Fri Sep 17 6:30 pm, Sat Sep 18 3:00 pm and Sun Sep 19 6:45 pm.
I haven't been putting my short-short stories up on this blog so if you're interested in what happens at The Language Construction Zone - the fictional school that DISLOCATED LIPS takes place in - you'll have to let your fingers do the tap-dancing on your keyboard to kevinspenst.com where you can find a new short short story everyday. Once al this Fringeness is over, I'll return to just writing completely disperate stories everyday that have no connection to anything but a strange sensibility that tries to marry Micheal Ondatjee with the Zuckers (In the skin of the Airplane !). That's what I do.
Oh and if you're free today at 4:30 come see my show. I'm giving out free lap dances to the first one hundred people that arrive. (A stripper doing a lap dance while reciting Virginia Woolf's "A Room of One's Own" That's something I'd like to see as part of a play. I don't know what it means but it would be a powerful image.)
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