oakenguy

Let me be the first to tell you, helping a living marionette give birth to a dozen kittens is harder than it looks. Getting the positioning right, making sure the audience can't spot you behind the actress, trying not to put your hands anywhere inappropriate, and then there's the whole 'eww' factor of a dozen beanie babies covered in KY.

But hey, it's show biz.

And I get to dress like a ninja.

This is for Saturday's show at Pan 9, one of the only performance art/anything goes spaces left in Boston now that Mobius and the Revolving Museum have been nuked. (I'm not sure whether the Berwick Research Institute has been allowed to reopen, and I know, I know, there's always MassArt, but work with me here). I'm helping out as 'tech crew' for the Grindhouse Marionettes, aka The Grindhouse Players, aka The Dead Puppet Society, aka The Living Marionettes...they're still working on their name. It should be interesting.

In other news, after watching too many Maroon 5 and Darkness videos, I feel the urge to make this promise: should I ever be the lead singer in a band, and should that band achieve such success that they need to make a music video, in the video *I* will be the one to sit on the couch/beach chair/bench and do pretty much nothing. If only one band member gets to make out with someone attractive, I want it to be the bassist or drummer.

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telepresence.livejournal.com

Yeah, I hate that. Why can't someone besides the lead singer have exciting video romances/adventures? Let someone else be the star for once. Or make sure the goofy video plot lets everyone have wacky adventures/romances.

Actually, didn't the bassist for the Spin Doctors have the romantic plotline in the Two Princes video? I think he did.

christikr.livejournal.com

Drummers and bassists are the hottest members of many bands. I want to be in the middle of a Larry Mullen Jr. and John Taylor sandwich.

Also, I now have the image of some kind of Ninja Alternative Reproductive Health Services. They sneak in in the dead of night and you've had the baby before you know what happened. Pain management via closing valves. Umbilical cord cut by thrown shuriken, of course. Get the baby breathing, hand it over to the mother, toss down a smoke bomb, gone!