“I’m Falling Apart!” is an eclectic cabaret show with a sarcastic take on getting old, and finding the mirth in mortality. Through comedy and music, my musical director George Ruth and I have created a show that will resonate with anybody who has ever felt like they were breaking down or going crazy.
The show includes twelve complete songs, ranging from the 1940s to the 2000s, and snippets and earworms from more tunes that will stick in your head for days! Plus, there are at least 185 laughs in the show (we counted) ! It’s a show about making choices and taking chances, and about how music just might be the best therapy.
On March 31st, 2017, I quit smoking tobacco. And then, again, on April 2nd. Then, briefly, on April 27th, and most recently, yesterday, May 4th. Who says quitting is hard? I’ve done it three times in the last month. To be honest, just thinking about quitting is so stressful, it makes me want to smoke. Continue reading
I’ll always remember the first review I ever got for a stand-up comedy show. Sometime in the late eighties, when I had just started to land paying gigs, the Minneapolis Star-Tribune reviewed a show that featured me and several other ‘up and coming’ comics. The reviewer, apparently having exhausted all of the show business metaphors then in use, and at a loss for a way to describe my act in comedy terms, instead went for a more visceral approach, describing my part of the show as being like:
Once every four years, we watch over-the-top displays of jingoism, flag-waving, and fear. For two weeks, we get beginning-to-end coverage of celebrities, big crowds and boisterous cheering, with accusations of corruption and cheating thrown into the mix. It’s a special time when the average American sits up and takes notice of things he only cares about once every four years.
I intended to use the paragraph above for a piece about the political conventions, but then I got lazy, then I got distracted, and, well, the conventions were over and I never wrote the piece. The cool thing is, I can use the same paragraph for this piece, about the Olympics. Continue reading
I don’t get out of the house much. Most of the time, I convince myself it’s by design, and most of the time, I’m kidding myself. It’s certainly easier to tell myself that I’m making a choice to stay home and write all day, or research markets for my writing, or continue binge-watching ‘Gilmore Girls.’ Continue reading