Some stuff...

I - Zombie Night, now a week past, was excellent. I was never really that excited about it, but I managed to channel something into that night (rage, grief, and frustration among them) and it came off splendidly. It ended a bit abruptly, but otherwise a solid night. More importantly, a great show. Among the highlights:

A. "Thriller" as Floorshow going down without a hitch
B. Trixie with me and Genevieve coming out better than either of us could have expected (we did "Bring Me to Life" as a sound drop)
C. all-around Transylvanian-as-Zombies goofiness
D. Liz's lack-of-eyes (Casey is awesome--it came out just as effective as it did for Halloween, and was perfect for Magenta)
E. Regina as a speechless, glaring dead Frank
F. The show belonged to Richy, who folded his legs backwards in half in pants to create a Dr. Scott severed at the knee. It was thoroughly horrifying and delightful.
G. Really, everyone was on their game.


II - Last night's show was also good. It was, uh, intimate, but despite the small numbers, I enjoyed myself. Another coo about Richy: he is one of the Frank's that I've seen that truly 'gets it.' He is never off when off stage, and remains consistent throughout. Jordana's lack-of-eyebrows also looked good, I'm pretty sure Dante could manage to make playing an embalmed gerbil look cluelessly adorable (he filled in for Dr. Scott), and Danielle and I had our usual party for two as Magenta and Riff Raff.


III - HUMANWINE last Tuesday was great! They did a flawless performance.

A. We also got to see NaNuchKa, an predominantly Israeli-born trio (their drummer was American) who were fabulous on stage (even if their CD failed to sound much like the qualities that made me like them on stage) and HUMANWINE themselves were delish. The show was at a bowling ally of all places, in Asbury Park. The stage was ON the allies. I didn't really understand. But, Holly was like inches away from me (I sat on a platform; Holly and M@ on the floor, Brian and the bassist on the stage) and sang her heart out. I even re-listened to For Burning Cities Present (their debut) and realized I liked it after dismissing it earlier. Their new album, FIghting Naked is pretty great with the exception of "Rivolta Silenziosa." I do not like the new version of that.

B. I got to help them carry stuff out to their van afterward, and spend time fawning over Brian Viglione, who signed a drumstick for me. The first opening act's Shannon (her band is Strange Things Done in the Midnight Sun... decent noise with a great female vocalist) told Brian that I was trying to find a way to make Brian homosexual; he was gracious and flattered (shook my hand four or so times during the conversation) and said he was sorry he could not reciprocate but loved me back as a music lover. Ah, well. They are all class acts.


IV - The Rocky Horror Tribute Show on Broadway was a bit of a let-down, even if I consider the moral benefits to raise breast cancer awareness that it was really for. Admittedly, I was not there for that; I was there for Rocky Horror. The $50 ticket seemed a bit steep, but it looked to be a fun night. It was in fact, though short. Neil Patrick Harris performed as the Narrator with this wonderful British accent. He was fantastic; taking AP in stride, commenting on the goings-on, and presenting himself very professionally and faux-stoically. Loved him. Hey, he's gay--forget you Brian! Yeah! Meh, my heart belongs to another. The Eddie was awful, the Janet decent, the Brad blecch, the Rocky great, the Frank (Kevin Cahoon!!) amazing, the Magenta great, the Columbia decent, the Dr. Scott decent, and the Riff Raff (Harris' boyfriend) ok. I did have a great time there; it just seemed to end to quickly, and well, nothing can beat the Broadway cast from 2000. It just cannot be done... and from the sound of some vocal theatrics (namely Janet in "Toucha" and Riff Raff in "Spaceship"), they were trying.

That sums up most of last week (not covered: home life, writing, and work--which all happened, too.) In completely wrong order. I've been cleaning. I'm all sweaty.