The title of the play being produced by Quill Theatre and playing at Richmond Triangle Players contains one of the seven words George Carlin told us we couldn’t say on television - or by extension radio. So you’ll have to forgive me if I identify the play by an alternate title, “Stupid Effing Bird.”
Articles by John Porter
Time for the Blues for our annual Holiday Show with absolutely no stress, no familial obligations and you’re the one who gets the presents! Henry has been the busiest elf this season putting together the entire show (except for one song that I insisted we play) and he’s done a terrific job, even if he won’t wear the required curly toed elf shoes.
Wow, the holidays really sneaked up on us, didn’t they? We’re almost to the end of 2015, and looking at what we all hope will be a great 2016. Before you know it, we’ll (hopefully) be back at this point and wondering just where all that time flew off to. (Okay, I know that last sentence was improperly written, but give me a break, I’m a blues guy, sometimes grammar gets in the way of what I’m trying to say.)
As theatre majors are sometimes prone to do, I was once involved in a discussion of which musicals best defined the American Spirit. Yeah, I’m a nerd. When it was my turn, I went with the musical that to me, speaks volumes about that intangible spirit; Gypsy.
We hope you will join us this Saturday night (11/28/15) at 11:00 p.m. on Time for the Blues as Henry and I bring our own unique spin to the Thanksgiving Holiday, the annual “Hot Leftovers” show. It’s a show that takes a year to put together and only an hour to enjoy, but it won’t mean much if you’re not there to enjoy it with us. Even our pic here is leftover from last year's show! (If you're going to do leftovers...do 'em right!)
It’s an intriguing concept to take seven different acclaimed playwrights and give each the assignment of writing a short one-act sketch to take place in the same place – a bar – with the only characters being a bartender and a childhood Christmas icon. I’m not talking Santa Claus icon, but those kids we’ve seen in Christmas plays, movies, and television shows who have grown up and have to reconcile their pasts with the present.
The year 1959 was one of profound transition in the United States as we passed from one major epoch into the next. It was also the year that jazz singer Billie Holiday died. Holiday’s passing was just as likely to be reported on the pages of the police blotter as the front page, as her various narcotics charges and wild ways were scandalous to many in that era.
But thanks to the healing distance of time, we can evaluate just how profound her influence was, and can only wonder what might have been had she received the kind of treatment that she needed rather than incarceration.
We hope you will join us this Saturday Night (11/21/15) as Time for the Blues howls at the late night moon and brings you some great blues for your listening pleasure. Henry and I have been cooking up a fun little show and we think you will enjoy it so much you’ll want to bring along your friends.
Here’s the most obvious statement you’ll encounter today: Henry and I make a lot of mistakes.
Even before language existed as we know it, stories were told. They may have been acted out, they may have been danced out the way bees tell how to get to the best pollen fields, but they certainly had a place in primitive societies. As civilizations grew and speaking became the preferred method of communication, stories became an integral part of societal interaction. And the best stories take bits and pieces and weave them into a totally new narrative – often combining elements of horror, humor, and the humdrum in order to make a more powerful statement.
Make plans to join us for a rocking edition of Time for the Blues, this Saturday night (11/7/15) at 11:00 p.m. as Henry and I are planning a show that’s going to start off strong and only get louder and prouder as the night goes on.