Category Archives: About Last Night

About … last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. We’re not lazy, we are deliberate. That’s it, deliberate.

Civilization and its Malcolm-tents

Malcolm Holcombe is in town. Lock up your frail of heart and keep a watch on your dark of soul. What with bad back and cold weather (ow) I missed him at the Living Room on Saturday night, even though … Continue reading

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No Girls Allowed

If it weren’t for the alluring native babes who fetch up amidships during a provisions stop in South America for all of about 30 seconds’ worth of screen time, Peter Weir’s new blockbuster Master and Commander would be a mass-market … Continue reading

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The Crime of the Scene

Rehearsal yesterday sucked, and I sucked mightily along with it. This is OK – the sucky rehearsal the week before the play opens is not only inevitable, it’s healthy. But I’m not used to purveying the suckage. I guess everyone … Continue reading

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Oh Bone Pain

Say it with me: “Ow.” I hurt my back sometime Wednesday or Thursday. Ow. No, it wasn’t doing that, I’m not seeing anyone right now. Unless it was a mighty powerful dream. Ow. Mid-lower-back, right side, pitched just there so … Continue reading

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A Poor Excuse To Be Late For Beer

I did not overhear what prompted the comment, nor did I hear what the reply was. No matter; some phrases carry the weight of full paragraphs, and this is one of them. A poor excuse to be late for beer. … Continue reading

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It Takes The Village

Friday was unseasonably balmy, and seasonably Halloween. At 6:30 p.m. in the staging area along Sullivan Street the 30th annual Village Halloween Parade was spinning up, slowing down, prancing and primping, jockeying for position, running over the occasional hapless banner, … Continue reading

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Feel The Thrill Of An Extra Ball

The Monopoly pinball machine is not new (it came out in 2001), but that was the first time I saw one. Tucked away in the corner by the backstage door at Southpaw, it glowed and glittered in the darkened room, … Continue reading

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I Wanna Be Your Kazoo!

“I wanna be your kazoo!” a member of the audience shouted at Erika Simonian in the middle of her set at Galapagos Thursday night. She was busy intertwining said kazoo with her microphone cord, to hold it in place for … Continue reading

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It Isn’t Over ’til the Chubby Guy Sings

Surely, we live in interesting times. The California fires are a reminder that we may rent choice bits of this world, but we don’t own; and this morning’s radio reported that teams are out in Staten Island checking to see … Continue reading

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Myophobia

Cheap puns take time. There had to be a word for “fear of mice”, but none of those that popped up in a Google search looked right, since they mixed Latin and Greek. A long series of associations finally brought … Continue reading

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