Sexy Dames
I’ve been anxiously waiting to see SpielPalast Cabaret for quite some time. This weekend I had the pleasure of seeing it not once but twice. I helped film the show on Saturday. I didn’t really help much. All the cameras were spoken for, so I was the runner. Sunday, I volunteered as a doorman, handing out programs to the the two people that entered the door I was at. Again, I didn’t do much.
The show was fantastic. It was the bee’s knees. It was straight from the fridge. The gals were gorgeous and their performances were amazing. The band was superb. They all did a great job. They went to town with the whole cabaret theme. It all reminded me of a Tom Waits song from The Black Rider or Swordfishtrombones albums.
The shape in a drape Vaurienne Couche-Partout has some photos and more photos on her blog.
I didn’t take any pictures, but I will if go again. Perhaps I can better covey how great it is with images because my words aren’t doing it justice. You really should see it for yourself. They’re performing three more shows this week, May 17–19.
A friend of mine came up to see it yesterday. We got all gussied up and walked down to the theatre. I brought the cat carrier I borrowed for transporting my pal Tom Doe in with me because I had to return it to one of the SpielPalast gals. We got a lot of odd looks while we walked down Church St.
I vish everyday vas like ze cabaret. Maybe I’ll start pretending it is. I’ve already sort of started because when I walk, I hear a squeezebox playing to the rhythm of my pace. I need to start wearing more makeup and dandier clothes. Oh, sock garters too.
2 Comments
Eva Deadbeat said 470 days ago:
“Shape in a drape?” I am not even sure what that means but it has a ring to it. Thanks for your help with the cabaret! I am sorta immersed in it at the moment and will be sad to see it end…
Isn’t the band amazing? i can’t get their music out of my head. It is locked in there and plays on loops – I may go mad.
S.R. Wild said 470 days ago:
A shape in a drape: Someone who looks good in clothes, is sharply dressed.
I had to look it up myself—hey, it was 5 am, I wasn’t exactly up to snuff on my slang. It doesn’t quite mean what I thought, and it might be meant for males—I always do that. Anyway, you… er, Vaurienne Couche-Partout looked smashing and did a real bang-up job performing.
I really dug the band. I want them to follow me around all day. While Special K and I were walking around earlier today, I was singing “Fever,” “Edward the Young,” and my favorite “The Moon Doesn’t Care…”—I think I started to annoy her. I couldn’t remember all the words to the latter, so I made up my own Tom Doe version:
The moon doesn’t care if you’ve got no nose
The moon doesn’t care if you snort and groan
The moon doesn’t care if your tongue hangs out
The moon doesn’t care if you eat with your face
I should make you a copy of The Black Rider. The music is in the same vein. And what I’ve seen of the play, it’s very cabaretesque.
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