Youre A Candle In The Window On A Cold, Dark Winters Night
Occasionally, I am afforded the rare and distinct honor to sit in the booth during our monthly late-night cabaret. This month, I was asked to video-tape the show, to capture some archival footage for submission to our local annual summer arts festival.
Now, it's a small sort of booth; in point of fact not really a "booth" at all, just a platform behind the audience where we cram the light and sound boards, and anyone else who needs to be at the back of the house. This month, we packed in four ops: lights, sound, video, and a still photographer, so it was rather cozy.
But, it's also a lot of fun. We get to make snarky comments about the acts and performers - if justified - some consumption of adult beverages takes place (and due to the cramped nature of our space, this usually involves the luxury of table - er, booth service), and because the whole process is very loose and on-the-fly, we also get to be a little creative in the execution of our various and sundry duties (an example of my, um, "creative videography" can be seen here.)
This month's show was a real peach, and included (among other things): a mock-Bollywood musical production number; a story-teller who consumed an entire six-pack of Rainer Beer in ten-ish minutes; three thirty-second dances; Southern Gothic shadow puppets; a pretentious - and long - dance/art/film piece (much snarkiness ensued); one bona-fide national celebrity who performed an AMAZING, off-the-cuff, improvisational monologue about the history of our building; the aforementioned Gude/Laurance doing their traditional monthly Gude/Laurance stuff; all topped off with some tag-team smut reading (also a monthly tradition).
Now, one would think the above would be more than sufficient to sate both our aesthetic, not to mention our prurient sensibilities, but one of the advantages of being the last ones out of the theatre on a night like this is that, occasionally, magically - THINGS HAPPEN THAT NO ONE ELSE SEES!
I don't want to get into too much detail, because, well, frankly it would spoil some of the "specialness" of the moment, not to mention slightly embarrass the people involved. Let's just say, it involved an REO Speedwagon song, two slightly tipsy, but nevetheless, unquestionable straight young women, and, um - yeah, I think that's all you really need to know.
Before you start to get any funny ideas (too late, I know), let me just say that the um, "performance" was more suggestive than graphic, and nothing that could even remotely be considered illegal or immoral occured. But still, it was - wow.
As they say, position does have its privileges.
Labels: Annex, Spin The Bottle
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