April 28, 2009: Blog is glob inside out...sorta...
Okay...its not time to promise anyone I'll start writing again, but it does seem worthwhile to try and pop out a blog or three...especially as my mind seems verdant enough to spew out an ingenious thought or too (sic) these days...wait wait wait, I think verdant means "lush and green" which means I have used the word out of context or alternately I need to reshape my syntax around the word verdant..., hmm shaping syntax...do I need a lathe for that? Frankly though I don't give a shit about following grammatical rules these days...I'd rather my readers be slightly puzzled and annoyed rather than lulled to sleep by structurally correct commentary...oh who am I kidding...I have no readers....
I went to see Comics Stripped last night in Petaluma...at the fabulous Cinnabar theater....I managed to irritate Ellie the GM, ironically as I was trying to defuse what was only a mildly awkward situation....either my diplomacy skills have been horribly corrupted or Ellie is a trifle brittle these days....I still like her though....her thin features and delicate chin are endlessly fascinating....she is an art subject come to life. I went to Comic Stripped primarily because my friend & compadre, Steve Jaxon was doing a little emcee work.....Steve has a big deep resonant voice....a voice that is almost addictive...like smelling the Cinnabons at the mall, you are drawn in.....and women love his voice...I mean two syllables of love....long long bubble bath love his voice. Oh my oh my....thats much higher praise than anything I could ever ladle out.
I wasn't overwhelmed by Steve's intro though, but the crowd laughed and seemed rapt...so when Steve asked me later about his intro, I employed the same diplomatic skills that seemed to have failed so miserably earlier with Ellie. Fortunately Steve had been drinking Bob Sarlatte's scotch and failed to notice my evasiveness, in fact he actually seemed to be pleased with my answer as I told him content was subordinate to vocal quality and delivery....I then followed that comment with a Marshal McCluhan reference and waved my hands....and presto change-oh: smiles all around!
The fact is that Steve's authoritative delivery and his vocal quality are extraordinary....he does capture peoples attention, I'm constantly in awe of how commanding he can be with a microphone in his hands...I just wasnt overwhelmed with his Bye Bye Birdie reference....of course then again Steve is singularly unimpressed by my fascination with the song: "The girl from Ipanema" or the fact that I watch "American Idol"...so that seems like a fair enough skid row poe...er quid pro quo.
That brings me to natural segue...that kid on American Idol, Adam is absolutely brilliant....let me re-phrase that: he is triple fucking absolutely brilliant with sprinkles...oooh sprinkles...he seems to be the love child of Chris Issak, KD Lang and David Bowie...every time I see the kid I think of David Bowie singing "Little Drummer Boy" with Bing Crosby and thinking he could have pulled it off just as well as David Bowie did...and of course his androgynous look: guyliner and painted fingernails doesnt hurt either....I would love for that kid to discover Dan Hicks song "I scare myself" and cover it....his voice is perfect for that song...
Oops I forgot to mention something...[caution: narrative backtrack ahead] during his time on stage, Bob Sarlatte in an obvious bit of irony mentioned Steve's voice....he called Steve's voice the only human voice that dolphins can hear....muy cle-vah boy that Bob Sarlatte....muy cle-vah.
"...they call him Flipper, Flipper....faster than lightning"....ah Flipper....Lassie with a blowhole...Flipper, er Lassie get help, Timmy's hurt!
Suddenly I feel like a trip to the mall....the Cinnabons are calling...thank god you can smell them for free.
Tomorrows glob preview: Chinese women online. Or not.
I went to see Comics Stripped last night in Petaluma...at the fabulous Cinnabar theater....I managed to irritate Ellie the GM, ironically as I was trying to defuse what was only a mildly awkward situation....either my diplomacy skills have been horribly corrupted or Ellie is a trifle brittle these days....I still like her though....her thin features and delicate chin are endlessly fascinating....she is an art subject come to life. I went to Comic Stripped primarily because my friend & compadre, Steve Jaxon was doing a little emcee work.....Steve has a big deep resonant voice....a voice that is almost addictive...like smelling the Cinnabons at the mall, you are drawn in.....and women love his voice...I mean two syllables of love....long long bubble bath love his voice. Oh my oh my....thats much higher praise than anything I could ever ladle out.
I wasn't overwhelmed by Steve's intro though, but the crowd laughed and seemed rapt...so when Steve asked me later about his intro, I employed the same diplomatic skills that seemed to have failed so miserably earlier with Ellie. Fortunately Steve had been drinking Bob Sarlatte's scotch and failed to notice my evasiveness, in fact he actually seemed to be pleased with my answer as I told him content was subordinate to vocal quality and delivery....I then followed that comment with a Marshal McCluhan reference and waved my hands....and presto change-oh: smiles all around!
The fact is that Steve's authoritative delivery and his vocal quality are extraordinary....he does capture peoples attention, I'm constantly in awe of how commanding he can be with a microphone in his hands...I just wasnt overwhelmed with his Bye Bye Birdie reference....of course then again Steve is singularly unimpressed by my fascination with the song: "The girl from Ipanema" or the fact that I watch "American Idol"...so that seems like a fair enough skid row poe...er quid pro quo.
That brings me to natural segue...that kid on American Idol, Adam is absolutely brilliant....let me re-phrase that: he is triple fucking absolutely brilliant with sprinkles...oooh sprinkles...he seems to be the love child of Chris Issak, KD Lang and David Bowie...every time I see the kid I think of David Bowie singing "Little Drummer Boy" with Bing Crosby and thinking he could have pulled it off just as well as David Bowie did...and of course his androgynous look: guyliner and painted fingernails doesnt hurt either....I would love for that kid to discover Dan Hicks song "I scare myself" and cover it....his voice is perfect for that song...
Oops I forgot to mention something...
"...they call him Flipper, Flipper....faster than lightning"....ah Flipper....Lassie with a blowhole...Flipper, er Lassie get help, Timmy's hurt!
Suddenly I feel like a trip to the mall....the Cinnabons are calling...thank god you can smell them for free.
Tomorrows glob preview: Chinese women online. Or not.
Labels: American Idol, Bob Sarlatte, Cinnabar Theater

