8-15-99
A couple nights ago, my family went to see this play, "The Complete History of America (abridged)". My god, it was fucking hilarious! If you live in Washington, I'd suggest you go see it immediately. I think it's still at the Kirkland Performance Center. It was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time--I practically laughed the whole way through it. Great running gags and one-liners ("I wanted to make love to her in the worst way...standing up in a hammock"), and the talent! It starred a three-man cast, and these guys were incredible! Let me tell you, I just got back from summer camp where i did a drama class and tried to teach a dozen kids about projection and definite action--I sure as hell wish these guys had been there. If any of you ever see anything involving Burton Curtis, Jonathan Hochberg, or Jeffrey Treadwell, go watch it! Or, you see anything written by Adam Long, Reed Martin, or Austin Tichenor (the three co-writers). Anyway, my sister and I were chatting outside, and we started talking about our various theatre experiences. I started singing Blink 182's "What's my age again", and when the song and conversation combined, BAM, we had our own little song:
I was freaked out cause it was opening night/practiced alone to get the feeling right/then the curtain was up/we started in scene 1/but then my mind became a blank
and thats about the time the set fell down on me
nobody likes you when you are a tree
and you cant act and mumble all your lines
what the hell is wrong with me
I never want to act on stage
what's my line again?
what's my line again?
HAHAHA! Aren't I hilarious? Yes.