
Auditions Closed as Titanic Sinks Again
June was a month that offered every conceivable emotional leitmotif imaginable. The long battle to save the business started the month with the construction of my very own private sewer line and ended with the continuous realization I have tremendous disdain for most attorneys, especially when they cost me thousands of dollars. There were moments of high drama in real estate with a disgruntled tenant threatening me so much I annulled their lease because if they are unhappy here there is no reason for everyone else to suffer.
I finally restored air conditioning to the house after a year without it during a horrific June heatwave and finished the first phase of carpet removal by dispatching the 45 year old satanic red carpet to Gahenna.
The final days concluded with a much needed soulful visit with Natalia for the first time since my Near Earth Orbit automobile accident in Georgia, May 26th and a ride to Greenville and back streets of Anderson in the new car (a 2006 Grand Prix courtesy of Geico and Barkely Pontiac GMC) scored by Edgar Froese’s, founder of Tangerine Dream, tune Talking to Maddox.
July starts with the rental season in full swing as I lease my final two apartments and the replacement of stairs was postponed until next causing me additional migraines. The University of Alabama continues to disgrace institutions of higher learning with their mixture of big budget Draconian menace and poor land management skills next door to the Cafe.
There will be a few movies for El Cine to review this month, including The Ugly Truth and Orphan and The Obsessive Collector completes his Harry Nilsson retrospective, started in May, from the ashes of June’s smoldering temperatures and a look back at George Carlin’s best bits from my long playing collection. The Milo Institute for Feline Well-Being has kept the cats busy with new projects, including their classes in bullshit detection and humorous stories of how they would deal with the nuclear threats from North Korea and Iran.
Remember when musicals were: The Music Man, West Side Story, South Pacific and Oklahoma? Then something went wacky and Little Shop of Horrors was new source material. The Phantom of the Opera wasn’t so bad, but who really needs Broadway to take us aboard Titanic or revise Spiderman? In one of those late night WTF? moments it became clear that anything can become a musical If Shrek, Troma’s The Toxic Avenger or Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5 can find an audience, here are a few of my limited runs for the musically impaired:
Jumping Through Windows, based on the 1929 Stock Crash. A group of desperate brokers find peace of mind on the sidewalks of Wall Street. Includes the hit songs, “Splat” and “Ticker Tape Treasures.”
Ephemerol, based on David Cronenberg’s 1981 film, Scanners, wherein a group of telekinetic misfits employ mind controlling techniques to dupe investors in a art fraud scheme. Songs include: “My Art Keeps Me Sane,” “I’m Going to Suck Your Brain Dry” and the signature medley of “Exploding Head,” “Ripe Program” and “ConSec My Dreams.”
Trannie-Formers: Revenge of the Crossdressers Based on the Hasbro action figures and writings of
Harvey Fierstein as a group of interstellar aliens come to earth in search of their drag queen sisters who possess the secret of homosexual longevity. Dancing transformations, songs about make up and a chorus line made up of aging poof robots add to the thrill of growing old and gay gracefully with shiny, tight metallic wardrobes.