Quicky

Super quick post before I pass out.

The show was good. Made me very happy. I am always my worst critic, but even with in that we made ourselves proud. I was a great first step on a lomg haul to... what? I'm not sure. But the show and myself and TYR made me proud.

Little Bits of Nerves

I slept badly. Not horribly. Just badly.

The reason why is obvious. Thank You, Robot's first show is tonight. This is the first time I have performed in a non-class show of any sort since something like 1994. And certainly my first non-class improv show.

It isn't a big deal. Really. I mean, it is a tiny space. We will only be on stage for 15 to 18 minutes and I am sharing that time with 7 other people, all of whom are talented and funny. It's improv and audiences that come to see improv are (usually) very very generous. They want you do be funny and know that you are making it up as you go along and are ready to appreciate anything you throw at them. It will be over in a flash.

But class shows have that extra level of excuse that it is just a class show. Tonight is something we chose. We chose each other and have the vanity to think that we are funny enough to go on stage and ask for money. In a class show, you can still say, "Well, I took the class and the show is part of it... but it isn't about the show." Here is is. We no longer saying, "Come look at my hobby." We are saying, "Come. We will make you laugh."

But we are funny. We can be insanely funny. We can also have bad shows in practice... but we also all bring it when we have an audience. It really does change everything. Man, I hope people show up.

So, yet again... Under St. Marks. 10:30pm. Thank You, Robot, Tantrum & fwäwnd.

V-Day Bonus Track: This is how I feel for you

First I don't think I could say it better. Secondly, this is the best choreography ever conceived by man. I am pretty sure this was inspired by Grease. And maybe a bad ham sandwich.

"I wanna love you tender."


(via Neatorama)

So many things to do!

So how has your Saint Valentine's Day been so far? Yeah. Me too. But what can you do?

You need something to do on Friday (Feb 16th)? Say around 10:30? Come on over to Under St. Marks (94 St. Marks Place). See some improv from Tantrum and fwänd. I also hear there is another group opening for them. Something something Robot. It's only six bucks. It won't kill you.

What about Saturday? You need something then? How about a dance party? Rench is hosting one. Starts at 6 pm. 941 Washington Ave, Brooklyn. No cover.
What about something on Friday, 23rd. You could head over to Gotham City Improv and see Bombardo and those Robot people at 10pm. That's just $5.

Or you could go to Hank's Saloon in Brooklyn (46 Third Ave at Atlantic Ave.) to see Rench. It is kind of a celebration of his CD "Life In Mean Season" (which is pretty amazing). Full band. Special guest Sarah Hawker (of Lonesome Sisters) and Chicken Teeth. Also at 10pm. (Damn it for me. I may try to dash from Gotham City to Hank's.)

Al Franken

I ahve to say, elections in Minnesota were always more entertaining than anywhere else I've lived. Well, I wasn't in California for the 1000 Canidates for Governor Race that got them a drug-using muscle-bound letcherous Austrian pseudo-Kennedy action star Republican. But I am certainly going to try to catch all of the Minnesotan debates.

Good luck with that, Al.

Happy V-Day! Hearts to all of you!

Birdhouse In Your Soul by They Might Be Giants

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and
I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary
One note, spelled L-I-T-E
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette
It doesn't rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores
And kept the beaches shipwreck-free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off
And countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels it's
Always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

While you're at it
Leave the nightlight on
Inside the birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch) While you're at it
(Who watches over you) Leave the nightlight on
(Make a little birdhouse in your soul) Inside the birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch) While you're at it
(Who watches over you) Leave the nightlight on
(Make a little birdhouse in your soul) Inside the birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Countdown to V-Day: Not a love song. I just love it.

Bunny Show Jumping

I oddly have a large readership that owns bunnies. Seriously. I don't know why. So far most of my bunny reference have been, well, goulish. So with is for the bunny lovers out there. Also in honor of the damn dog show in town.

This is not the blog you are looking for

Here is some more of the fantastic keyword searches that brought people to Twang in the last 24 hours:

• abducted by the daleks youtube (from Google France none the less)
• photo gallery nakedness and finnish sauna teen love style (wow, that is specific)
• money laundering made simple
• japan idiotarod (oh, please tell me they are doing one in Tokyo)
• mr tangerine and chicago
• jolie 1 blogspot insane supergoddess (this is going to make someone very happy or very scared)
• samantha desperate (this is either a band I don't know or I feel bad for Sam)
• lesbian buffy / horror movies and t.v fanfic (I really can't believe I popped up early on this list)
• backwards record whirlpool
• kill valntine's day (funny thing is that they folowed that spelling three times)
  
• valentine jokes electrian (again, very specific)
  

Buy me this

Please?

(via Crave)

Countdown to V-Day: Sometimes it can't be denied

Ring of Fire by June Carter

Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire

Envy

We had TY, Robot had practice yesterday. I had a good day. I'm starting to think simpler, cleaner. There are a bunch of skills that I am having trouble with (specifically specifics... man, I just suck at that and I know it would help so much). But in general my goal of not thinking so much is helping a lot.

Later, I went to see the class show of six in the group. They are good. Very good. On one level, I am envious of their class itself, as they are a darn talented group. But I am also envious of my teammates as performers. They were all fantastic yesterday. I've been feeling like the weak link lately. I don't say that as a bid for sympathy or as an invitation for "Oh, no, Six! That is not true!" True or not, it is a feeling I've had for the last month plus. I definitely have my strengths. For example, I think I'm pretty good at making connections. But my scene work has felt weak lately. Again, I'm not worried about it. I don't think I am blocked or at my peak. I am getting better everyday.

But I watched them yesterday and they rocked. And it crossed my mind, "Why can't I do that NOW?"

Life In Mean Season

Last night I finally got Rench's album Life In Mean Season. I'm listening to it now.

I am not done. Only five tracks in. But it is a haunting beautiful thing. This is that ground where country hits sorrow and regret and pain and memory. It is also joyous in its way. It is very much America, complex and unique.

I'm doing it no justic. Heck, go read what Rench was trying to do with this album. I think he succeeds greatly.

I will write more when I have had some time to process it, but go take a listen. And go buy a copy. And grab yourself a beer, go sit on the pack porch at sunset, and thing about those yesterdays that are gone forever.


(Yes, there is a Helen Keller tag on this. There is a long quote from her in the liner notes.)

Countdown to V-Day: Simply... sex

Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak by Macy Gray

Superlove is something that they say is very rare
In the dark, In your world it's everywhere
And I feel like an x x rated movie star
It's the way you love me down
It's the way you love me down
Everytime we kiss you bring out the woman in me
Everytime you holler out my name you set me free
I am a sex-o-matic venus freak when I'm with you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to
I am the automatic easy freak all over you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to.

Superlove
Gimme some, some, some.
We are the genius of love
Feel like an x x rated movie star
It's the way you love me down
It's the way you love me down
Everytime we kiss you bring out the woman in me
Everytime you holler out my name you set me free
I am a sex-o-matic venus freak when I'm with you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to
I am the automatic easy freak all over you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to.

When we seek and hide
When my hands are tied
69 positions and
whip cream all over my skin
lick you from bottom to root
love to get down with you
I am a sex-o-matic venus freak when I'm with you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to
I am the automatic easy freak all over you
And I will stop it only when you tell me to.

I *heart* COBRA

Really that is all I have to say.

COBRA is really pretty amazing. For example, last night I sat on the floor of a basement being interviewed for French television (by a woman named, curiously, France). Their were four of us being interviewed at once. Very few questions were asked. We just talked and talked. Man, do we like to hear ourselves talk!

Later, more of us talked about the Idiotarod, the police, Bulahla, and god knows what else.

I want to write more but I must rush off to Thank You, Robot practice. But I will just leave you with this one thought, specifically for those out there who feel that they don't have anything to belong to:

No matter how weird you think you are, there are like minded weird folks out there. You just need to open the door and seek them out. And a willingness to look a little stupid helps.