Showing posts with label MUSICAL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MUSICAL. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2020

HANNIBALS & GRRRANIMALS

i think it was Miss Stevens who said it best in 1965 with her sultry purrr

known as the more subservient pussy cat of the jungle...the tiger has had 
it's fair share of the spotlight thru-out the ages...fer instance...as the flamboyantly limp wristed butt buddy of the whimsical bear Winnie...TIGGER always flounced and bounced his way thru Poohville...tip toe'n thru the tulips by the end of his tail

another famous ferocious feline from the forest was He-man's personal 
uber from the Masters of the Universe galaxy...BATTLE CAT...who was the mild mannered cowardly Cringer by day...with his deep emerald fur and cascade'n marigold stripes...this was one puss you didn't wanna piss off when her claws came out to fight

with his overly jovial presence in every bowl of frosted flakes...proclaim'n 
therrrrrrrre GRRRRRRREAAAAAT!...TONY THE TIGER was every child's coolest cat to start the day off right...with just a simple cherry colored kerchief wrapped around his thick neck as his only accessory to accent his cheeto colored fur while point'n towards the sky shout'n out his corporate mind numb'm slogan...the S&M community knew exactly what code Tony was try'na sell to his kinky frosted followers (google it kittens) it's absolutely frighten'n when i found out what it exactly means
BUTT...there's another 

with the CO-VID 19 runn'n rampant thru-out the unisver as i currently type 
i thought i'd try and calm my frazzled nerves from all those long lonely days & nites i've spent alone fer the past 10 days...incarcerated in my 2 room shit box (i mean my quaint lil 2 room shit box) that's made me feel like a trapped schizophrenic gerbil...by find'n somethin' to occupy my queerless quarantine along with my mind...then literally just at that very moment i received a frantic text from a friend suggest'n that i immediately check out the latest MUST SEE mini series on Netflix

i figered...why the H-E-double hockey stix not...i needed to take a break
from edit'n the neighbor's debut on PORNHUB after i had secretly replaced my binoculars with a zoom lens just the nite before...so i sauteed some styrofoam chips on a bed of grilled card board cut-outs and lightly sprinkled 'em with papaya sea salts & decided to grab my Blanche Devereaux tiki glass from the collection that Peetrinella will surely pick up fer my 50th this fall by click'n here (hurry...supplies are limited) and filled it to the rim with sparkling clean ice cold "himalayan mountain" water
 
don't worry...i don't use that blue rinse in my tidy bowl anymore kittens!

i was not expect'n the experience i would be privy to...but was pleasantly 
pleased at the trailer park train wreck i was witness'n from the moment i pressed play...it was like heroin...i couldn't stop til there was nothing left...but it kept me desperately want'n more...starr'n root'n toot'n redneck'n bleach blonde bi-level'd prince albert'd mid life crisis and Mr. Zuba 1998 thru 2017...the one and only TIGER KING...JOE EXOTIC...owner of G.W. ZOO in Wynnewood Oklahoma
and his diabolical arch nemesis...the cunning lioness...with the killer...ummm...golden locks...CAROL BASKIN...owner of the BIG CAT RESCUE...a sanctuary fer battered and neglected big cats...located near Tamps FL

now...since the show is still fairly new...and we still got roughly about 2 to  
3 ill fated months ahead of us with this deadly invisible apocalypse bullshit (hopefully no more than that) so i won't give away ANY spoilers in this batshit crazy series to those that have not yet seen it...but i never want this trailer park car crash to end...do you understand me? so there for...i will be send'n this blog in a letter form via the pigeon messenger service to creator of thee best serial killer series on tv today...Ryan Murphy
who desperately needs to fulfill my deathbed wish if i should happen not to make it thru all this crap alive...i've already took it upon myself to cast the cast from previous seasons to keep the continuity flow'n (cuz ya don't need a call from the actor's union reps) and to have the season showcased exactly how i intended it to be viewed by the viewers
 (FYI...i'm sorry but this is non negotiable Ryan)
DYLAN MCDERMOTT of course would return to play the lead JOE EXOTIC (since they closed down his online "pay per view" performances...after that unfortunate "itchy outbreak" he experienced by himself a few months back...or so i heard ) he's sooo grrranimal already...obviously it's like a total no brainer...besides...ya don't wanna piss off yer picky pansies that tuned in fer the last 9 seasons
and no one would kill it more than FRANCIS CONROY portray'n cat lover CAROL BASKIN...enough said!

anyone read'n this that hasn't yet watched the series...LEAVE NOW!
cuz i have to reveal the rest of the crackhead castaways...so don't go call'n yer senators or moan'n to yer mayor about it if you didn't...cuz you've been warned...with that said...Joe's 3 husbands...YES...and did i happen to mention...they're all "straight" (yea...but really...so is a noodle...til ya cook it and that's a fact jack!) hubby #1 JOHN FINLAY...hubby #2 TRAVIS MALDONADO & hubby #3 DILLON PASSAGE
in order from above...JOHN shall be played by hot toddy EVAN PETERS cuz he deserves the most air time if i'm bein' honest here...TRAVIS will go to FINN WITTROCK cuz i am confident he can kill his portrayal...and DILLON will be portrayed by GLEE alumni DARREN CRISS
(grrrrrrr...am i right kittens?) 
reality producer and professional crack smoker since his days at INSIDE EDITION (a lil birdy tells me) RICK KIRKHAM is almost the perfect doppelganger fer DENIS O'HARE
store owner and FBI informant...JAMES GARRETSON...is the role absolutely made fer the impeccably perfectionist KATHY BATES (hey...we gotta cater to the gender fluid crowd so they don't start another damn protest parade)
zoo keeper and Miss DumbShit Amputee 2013...KELCI "SAFF" SAFFERY will of course go to the brilliant character actress SARAH PAULSON...it may be small but still a very important pivotal role none the less...i'm predict'n an EMMY award right here
sidewinder and swindler of the the G.W. ZOO out from under Joe...JEFF LOWE will be covered by the bedroom brown eyes of one ZACHARY QUINTO (i want him to play it authentically...so make sure he gets baby blue contacts Ry)
after answer'n a craigslist ad...ERIK COWIE became the "head" keeper...and we all know that CHEYENNE JACKSON has plenty-o experience in both those departments!

and while yer at it Ryan...why not get the writers of Avenue Q on the horn
and have'em pen the Broadway smash hit of the season...just in time fer the Tony's cuz the actors will be look'n fer a meaty role to sink their teeth into after this virus thing passes...and i know this will be THE ONE they'll all be clammer'n to be apart of...with musical score by BOY GEORGE of course 
hey...the TABOO musical and especially the soundtrack was absofuck'nlutely brilliant...that anal wart Michael Riedel was bein' a complete cuntruffle towards BOY's talent that year...just cuz he wouldn't autograph Michael's personality
(that's all i'm say'n)
stop down to yer local drug store (at a socially acceptable distance of course) and pick up yer copy TODAY...it's totally worth it just fer the free poster alone...plus
it'll help balance out yer room decor...displayed proudly next to that autographed Ralph Machio poster you still refuse to get rid of since the 80's...that you never knew what just signed by yer aunt Orlene!

of course there's a few more crackheads i fergot about...but trust me
you will too (meeeouch) now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, May 4, 2015

i've got a golden ticket!

it's very rare fer me to attend'n an open'n...
well...not without bein mobbed by a paps smear and accompanied by the proper spermicidal jams and jellies first...ummm wait...that's another blog

hold on to yer maxi pad kittens...cuz this week i'm hopp'n aboard the PG plane and try'n my hardest NOT to fly into hysterics by whip'n up a batch of my fav-o-rit turrets casserole...sprinkled with colorful metaphors and animalistic pleasures...but don't worry...you can use yer seat as a flotation device...should i deem it necessary to serve such a casserole to my guests
awww...i said H-A-R-D!

i received a desperate phone call late one nite a while back...from my pleasantly parental sis-n-law...practically plead'n fer my presence to see my charismatic 10 yr old nephew Ben play the lead role as Charlie Bucket in...
the revival of CHARLIE the CHOCOLATE FACTORY…

that also would include my enchant'n nieces...Jessica...
in a very "live to tell" inspired laura ashley dress as a towns person...
 and Amanda...
as one of the deliciously captivate'n over grown oompa loompa's

finally i could see someone else inside the chocolate factory fer a change...
instead of me punch'n into some Charlie's chocolate factory!

though this production would take place in some small po-dunk...but very quaint lil Newhart meets Green Acres town in Cheddar county a few short hours away...i was not about to risk my life in my death trap on wheels...
in my fav-o-rit heels...so luckily fer me...my very gracious but incredibly selfish VP...who desperately needs to join some sorta HEDWIGGERS anonymous group after catch'n ALL lead performances...on BROADWAY...WITHOUT MEEEE...(gosh darn fiddle sticker)
generously donated me his behemoth death trap with the booster rocket engine so i could make it to the performance in one piece on time

after arrive'n in helltown my hometown...i met up with my brother...his wife...my perky niece Hailey and my sports enthusiast nephew Sean...
and off we went...over the river and thru some woods...past someone's grama's house we'd go...until we reached Whitehall Memorial High

by the time we arrived...i had assumed we would be driven to the back door entrance...or at the very least i would be...bein' the unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe that i am...so i wouldn't have to be shuffled in with the unpedrigreed filth that could qualify fer handicapped park'n parade of well dressed wal-mart pageant contestants...but apparently...this venue was neither equipped...
with security nor use to red carpet scenarios...so i would have to learn how to blend in with the polyblends!

once we found our seats...i immediately logged onto the local chat room...
to see if there was ANY intelligent life out there...turns out...pick'ns were slim...so i sat back to enjoy my nite the best way i could...but just in case...i secretly stashed away breath mints from the Eva Braun collection

as the theater lights dimmed amongst the sea of oglivie home perms and mismatched poly-blends...the stage lit up just like any broadway production
that i actually set my eyes to stunned...cuz frankly...i was stunned...fer a small town production…it had a pretty amaze'n budget…the set designs were very off broadway...and the costumes could've easily been mistaken as somethin' you would've seen at New York fashion week 
(if it were bein' held at the family dollar store of course) 

i couldn't have been more elated though...when i seen my nephew stepp'n into my dimly lit spotlight walk'n on stage...that i was actually blown away...
(well…maybe that was in the restroom dur'in intermission…but that’s another blog)

the pipes on my nephew were incredible...who knew!...though he was only slightly quiet dur'in the last song of the nite…due to the monitor'n system...
(well cuz his fuck'n headset kept cutt'n out…i mean…it happened in "causing a commotion"..."where's the party"..."keep it together"...he's up there sing'n acapella and the audience kept think'n the fuck'n show was over...it didn't happen to Donna or Nikki…so i don't know why they didn't put him on their fuck'n frequency)...oh wait...that was another show...oops...i promised no turrets casserole...now where was i…oh yes…

so the 1st half of the show ended to much applause...and as i rose from my seat to take my proverbial bow...the barn doors theater doors flung open...
 fer the herd to hit the donut trough snack bar...well lemme tell ya kittens...the halftime show dur'n intermission…was a whole other ball of wax…the array of confectionery snacks made out and laid out…by i'm sure good christian bible beat'n women from the Our Lady of Rapturous Debauchery Church…was less than stellar…crusty dried out toll house and crappy chocolate chip cookies…
and the punch...HAD NO PUNCH…by that i mean…they had NO EFFEN VODKA in it…not even any bottom shelf swill...what the hell kinda production they runn'n here anyways?...you can pour money into the costumes and set designs…but yea can't pour me a simple appletini to enjoy with some crème brulee at half time?...complete false advertise'n..a snack bar...WITH NO BAR...what'da bunch of bullshit!
(hey...i held out as long as i could)

thankfully the disappoint'n intermission was remedied by the 2nd half...
of the show...with an hour left to go...i was ready to go...to the closest bar...but once the last scene was played out...the show ended with such thunderous applause...that the local tornado sirens were set off...and i couldn't have been a more pleased peacock

and now a blow by blow break-down of the nite...before i break down...
to be hip with the times...Augusta Gloop was now apparently a tranny in lederhosen…played by this roly poly pig tailed 10 year old girl…with a german accent…to absolute perfection i might add...a sheer delight to watch

the person fill'n in Willie Wonka's hat was…eh…just ok…
he didn’t evoke enough Gene Wilder fer me…
and to be quiet blunt...without bein' a cunt...i thought i deserved so much more...

to me...it felt like he was more Gene Autry…after his death! 

 the role of Violet was very presentational…

the Veruca was absurdly annoy'n…but i guess that was her shtick anyways…so kudos girl

and i don't mean to criticize harshly critique a po-dunk town production...but let's just say...i felt the Mike Teavee character was channel'n Holly Hunter...
in the Piano

though grampa Joe was believably un-believable...whoever did gramp's make-up…seriously…i wanted to pull the fire alarm...turn off all the lights...jump on stage with just my cell light and some highlighter and redo that disaster to his face...i’m not kidd'n you…it looked like some epileptic Helen Keller schizophrenic ape applied his age lines with a magicless marker 

though Jessica had no speak’n part…her part spoke volumes...TO ME
 by that i mean...i could never pull off an Laura Ashley floral print like she can...without at least a pair of 6 inch sling backs...Amanda played the oompa loompa to perfection and to mine and the audiences delight...but the stand out of the entire even'n of course goes out to my nephew Ben...who gave it his all and had a complete ball!

not sure how this all plays out with the equity scale and all…since i'm pretty sure ya don’t get paid until ya speak at least 3 lines…but with my nephew Ben pull'n in the most spotlight time and sing'n his heart out til you almost wanted to break down and weep...he better've made out like a bandit
all in all...i was so glad i got to see it...everyone did a great job...this was after all a high school production i guess...i thought it was better than CATS!
move over Idina Mendez…cuz their next stop is B-R-O-A-D-W-A-Y 
  (and before ya ask …yes I AM completely jealous with envy fer them all)

now get off my dress!