Barlow Girl, Mr. Green Tights, Jesus, KC Sheriff's and Constantine: Let's Do the Time Warp Again
I started to file this entry yesterday but my internet explorer flaked on me suddenly. Who knows? But I've just had the most exhausting, nonsensical five days.
Starting last Thursday I have been to: A Christian rock concert at Jesus Shack featuring Barlow Girl; to see Richard O'Brien's "Rocky Horror Show" at the Bakersfield Community Theatre; to see "The Mis-Adventures of Robin Hood" at the Spotlight Theatre; I worked a late night police beat shift on Sunday that involved me writing about an officer involved shooting in Lake Isabella; and then yesterday I had lunch with my fairy Godmother, Barbara S., a very nice woman I wrote an in-depth profile on my first year here. She took a shine to me, so occasionally "we lunch."
Somewhere in all that mess last week I came to the realization I would no longer be enjoying the weird sensation of being sexually harassed via my TV screen by an American Idol contestant (That Constantine M. was trying to undress me with his eyes! I swear it!) and I'd finally figured out the TV show pilot I was writing (Yes, Roger! Just like "Superman," "Metropolis" lives!) Now if only I could finish that movie for you ... hmmm ...
Any way, I realized that I have to have, like, "The Three Faces of Eve" to negotiate my way through my highly incoherent life where I feel just as comfortable with umber-Christians as with Andrew Hupp in a pair of French panties and high heels singing "Super Heroes." Barlow Girl totally made me want to cry when she started her testimony about bulimia before going into their song "Mirror." And "Rocky Horror" is so far away from a Christian rock concert that it could be called the Anti-Christian Rock concert, I loved it and totally wanted to do the Time Warp again and again. I was also delightfully titillated by Rikk Cheshire rubbing his nipples in glitter during "Robin Hood" while wearing green tights. I LOVE utterly ridiculous sexual humor (as opposed to the gross kind.)
I'll have a review of "Rocky Horror" in Thursday's paper. And I had a column run Sunday (read here.) If you want to read more about "glittery nipples" check out this blog.
Starting last Thursday I have been to: A Christian rock concert at Jesus Shack featuring Barlow Girl; to see Richard O'Brien's "Rocky Horror Show" at the Bakersfield Community Theatre; to see "The Mis-Adventures of Robin Hood" at the Spotlight Theatre; I worked a late night police beat shift on Sunday that involved me writing about an officer involved shooting in Lake Isabella; and then yesterday I had lunch with my fairy Godmother, Barbara S., a very nice woman I wrote an in-depth profile on my first year here. She took a shine to me, so occasionally "we lunch."
Somewhere in all that mess last week I came to the realization I would no longer be enjoying the weird sensation of being sexually harassed via my TV screen by an American Idol contestant (That Constantine M. was trying to undress me with his eyes! I swear it!) and I'd finally figured out the TV show pilot I was writing (Yes, Roger! Just like "Superman," "Metropolis" lives!) Now if only I could finish that movie for you ... hmmm ...
Any way, I realized that I have to have, like, "The Three Faces of Eve" to negotiate my way through my highly incoherent life where I feel just as comfortable with umber-Christians as with Andrew Hupp in a pair of French panties and high heels singing "Super Heroes." Barlow Girl totally made me want to cry when she started her testimony about bulimia before going into their song "Mirror." And "Rocky Horror" is so far away from a Christian rock concert that it could be called the Anti-Christian Rock concert, I loved it and totally wanted to do the Time Warp again and again. I was also delightfully titillated by Rikk Cheshire rubbing his nipples in glitter during "Robin Hood" while wearing green tights. I LOVE utterly ridiculous sexual humor (as opposed to the gross kind.)
I'll have a review of "Rocky Horror" in Thursday's paper. And I had a column run Sunday (read here.) If you want to read more about "glittery nipples" check out this blog.
posted by Danielle Belton @ 10:46 AM
9 Comments:
At 10:11 PM,
Nick Belardes said…
Did you see the picture of you all at the Rocky Horror Show? That was a fun evening... Look forward to your review in Thursday's paper...
At 9:08 PM,
Anonymous said…
Babe,
I think you left your socks at the theater ;) Better come back and get them.
At 4:23 AM,
Anonymous said…
Wow, we thought the action on stage was intense. I now know we're gonna have to keep an eye on our crazy audiences!
(Oh my god, that girl isn't wearing a shirt!)
At 12:40 AM,
Anonymous said…
Rocky Horror Show proves the Power of Prayer works!
Ten minutes after the Saturday night 8PM show has started, a mother comes to the box office to ask if she can still see the show, with two children under the age of 12 in tow, both in full dress. As the box office workers try to explain the "No One Under 17" rule, someone goes off to find the director to get his opinion. Meanwhile, in the office, the mother holds a prayer circle, saying something to the extent of "Please, Jesus, let my children be able to see this show..." The Director informs them that with parental accompaniment, and that parent knowing full well what the show was about, and knowing full well that nothing would be pulled back in the production, that they would be glad to take their money.
The actors on stage were the most surprised at the wide eyed fully dressed kids in the front row, and mused and actor/therapist later, "I have a feeling I'll be seeing those kids 10 years down the line..."
At 12:42 AM,
Anonymous said…
Rocky Horror Show better than Whole Milk
During the Saturday Night Midnight Show, a reported 2% of the audience were so offended that they left, proving that Rocky Horror Show is the Lowfat Milk of Offensive Theatre!
At 10:07 PM,
Anonymous said…
Rocky Horror Show Fans Fight Back!
During the Saturday Night shows, fans proved their dexterity with card throwing by pegging two actors onstage. The first was at the 8PM show when Brad got nailed in the forehead during "I'm Going Home." The thrower came up to him later to apologize for the hit. The second strike came at the Midnight show when the Narrator was hit after intermission, and survived later catcalls when the cards were to come out again to "Hit Terry again!"
The Midnight show also suffered the stage being littered with a slew of objects, such as several rolls worth of toilet paper, confetti, water bottles, glow sticks, but as of yet, no underwear.
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