[Photo by Rafael Franco-Steeves]
Jenn and Tony, the hosts of this monthly variety show (called the “Ceyx Series“), were as sweet as could be, and it was a fun, eclectic evening. But I would like to start with a simple criticism. I was told to be at this thing at 6:00, and this turned out to be Super Dumb. Amy was not feeling great Monday, so she really hadn’t planned on attending. However, since she wasn’t sure she could get the car home in time for me, we just met at the theater at 6:00, her coming straight from work with my equipment.
We sat there and read for over an hour, listening to sound and lighting people ask each other where various plugs and stands and outlets were. Clearly, I could have easily come at 7:15 to check my amp, and Amy could have therefore skipped out and given me the car, as she’d initially wanted to do. As it was, Amy left at the intermission, and I had to take the train home, and it was just kinda sucky.
So seriously, guys: Don’t ask people to be places WAY earlier than necessary. I know musicians and performers are supposedly less than punctual, but not not all of us fit that description, and it kinda blows to essentially be penalized for respecting the wishes of event organizers and, like, showing up on time. Right? RIGHT? Anyway, whatever. I have no lingering ill will, just wanted to get that out there. RANT OVER.
I can now officially say I’ve shared a stage with a hip-hop artist. And a dancer. And a poet. And a performance art troupe. Most interesting to me was this last act. Two members of the Synapse Art Collective presented short, solo, improvised, silent dance-like routines, scattered between the rest of the acts. “Silent improvised dance” might sound pretentious, but it was actually very compelling, combining athleticism with an almost actorly level of facial expression, and a healthy dash of humor.
It was after one of these pieces that I took the stage. I just did five songs: “West of Western,” “Terrible Things,” “Lisa Pruett Will Have Her Revenge on Coventry,” “The Oldies Station,” and “You Are Not Your Own.” The stage lighting was odd; I haven’t felt that unable to see an audience in a long time, but in a way it helped ease the jitters, just staring out into a black void. I also was keenly aware of where the camera for the live stream had been placed, and for some reason I decided to make the last lines of “The Oldies Station” the ones where I looked into the lens, saying hello to whoever was out there. (My mom and my brother-in-law, among others, as I found out later.)
Also part of the evening were poet Terry Jacobus, dancer Alka Nayyar, and rapper Ruby Yo. All stuff that I normally wouldn’t seek out, but I suppose that’s the point of a variety show like this, and I was delighted to take it all in, and (ultimately) glad to have been a part of it. Thanks to the Halcyon Theatre folks for letting/making it happen.








