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oakenguyOkay, look. There is a PERFECTLY good reason I'm now on videotape singing and dancing to a Cole Porter song while half-naked. 1/3 naked, really: I was wearing a chef's hat, demon mask, bloody butcher's apron around my waist, black pants and my "when we said they go with anything we didn't think he'd test us THIS much" black hiking shoes.
See, I was put in the Belcourt kitchen to be the Demonic Butcher for the haunted house last night. And we were really understaffed, and Dean and Robin were stressed, and Dean asked me to get right up to the audience and put on as much of a show as I could to help stretch things out.
And I thought about this, and about watching Dave stagger around in his (full) apron last year roaring and flailing, and I thought to myself, "Gosh darn it, if Dave can do it, so can I (just not as well)". So off with the shirt.
(I'm told that my performance caused one patron to go into hysterics and be unable to go any further in the tour, which is like the Olympic Bronze for haunted house performers*, so I feel good about this decision).
As for the singing and dancing, well, about an hour into the show I'd begun getting bored with just roaring unintelligibly, so I began mixing words in. Quotes from the Swedish Chef, comments on the Belcourt pantry...and after a few minutes of this it struck me, I sounded just like Shane MacGowen. Only less drunk and more demonic. And, well, *that* made me remember Shane's performance on the Cole Porter tribute album singing "Just One of Those Things" (LOVE it), and, well, I got the music in me.
And if the security camera which Belcourt apparently mounts above the safe where they keep all their fine silverware caught it all, well, THEIR fault. NOT mine.
Okay, except the five minutes of jazz dance.
*The equivalent of Olympic Silver would be causing an adult patron to pee him/herself. This was achieved in the Hammond Dungeon Friday night. Gold is when a patron passes out, something I have yet to see.
See, I was put in the Belcourt kitchen to be the Demonic Butcher for the haunted house last night. And we were really understaffed, and Dean and Robin were stressed, and Dean asked me to get right up to the audience and put on as much of a show as I could to help stretch things out.
And I thought about this, and about watching Dave stagger around in his (full) apron last year roaring and flailing, and I thought to myself, "Gosh darn it, if Dave can do it, so can I (just not as well)". So off with the shirt.
(I'm told that my performance caused one patron to go into hysterics and be unable to go any further in the tour, which is like the Olympic Bronze for haunted house performers*, so I feel good about this decision).
As for the singing and dancing, well, about an hour into the show I'd begun getting bored with just roaring unintelligibly, so I began mixing words in. Quotes from the Swedish Chef, comments on the Belcourt pantry...and after a few minutes of this it struck me, I sounded just like Shane MacGowen. Only less drunk and more demonic. And, well, *that* made me remember Shane's performance on the Cole Porter tribute album singing "Just One of Those Things" (LOVE it), and, well, I got the music in me.
And if the security camera which Belcourt apparently mounts above the safe where they keep all their fine silverware caught it all, well, THEIR fault. NOT mine.
Okay, except the five minutes of jazz dance.
*The equivalent of Olympic Silver would be causing an adult patron to pee him/herself. This was achieved in the Hammond Dungeon Friday night. Gold is when a patron passes out, something I have yet to see.
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