8.27.2004

JIM, you are truly sick...
World, meet Emil:


8.25.2004

If You Weren't There Last Night:
Once again, The Indra thoroughly dazzled the SpeakEasily patrons with her gorilla striptease (Insert “going bananas” type joke here) AND led her now-famous Mile High Body Count Apache Dance starring the 2004 Olympic Apache Team (hurray Chris, AKA Dirty Pierre). Like any good Shakespearean death scene (thanks for that analogy, Joe), there was a nice pile of bodies at the end. At this point, it’s like “who cares about the audience…we just want to get stabbed by The Indra and play dead!” The Indra always goes the extra 10 miles with her creativity! I’m such a lucky bastage (farging ice hole?) to know her!
MR. MYSTIC hypnotized a cute member of the audience to kiss him (abusing his powers?) and did a remarkably good Woody Allen-doing-a-card-trick impersonation. AND of course, Gaucho made the meter dancers tear it up on the dance floor. We like those dudes.

Raised By Wolfmanns Dept.:
Melissa is on a one sister mission to out my childhood on her blog.
Here's her latest installment:
The unhealthy attachment to Ted E. Bear:

8.24.2004

He says the darndest things:
I say, “I’m so freaking tired. I can’t do this any more. Let’s move to the country.”
And he says, “And then open a dinner theater?”

8.23.2004

Wowsers. After Friday's marathon findraiser for the SOMArts, Saturday's Nanos Operetta's Three Drops of Blood show, and the Spec Spec cast party, Sunday became the day that never was. A short nap turned into a 5-hour-long coma-thon. What are you supposed to do when you wake up and it's bedtime again? I hope "take an Ativan" is the correct answer.

WHOOOPS!
It seems as though the email list from last week's SpeakEasily was lost in the bar somehow. If anyone was on that list and wants to be added, please contact me so I can begin harassing you as planned! SpeakEasily@Gmail.

Check it out, Yo. More Photos:
Thank so much to Daniel and InterNebbish for catching those Kodak moments over at SpeakEasily.
Here are just a few that Daniel took...I promise that they'll make it onto the SpeakEasily website soon enough.

Odessa Lil and Daniel Martinez.


The Indra sews Billy back together while Rose Pistola looks on.


"Did I leave the water running?"


Rose Pistola has her shoulder examined by Doktor Odessa, while Salty makes tinfoil sculptures in order to illustrate an important point in his conversation.

Internebbish's photos: (to see them all go here.)


Captain Willy charms the ladies (and charges by the dance).


Tippy Canoe and the Paddleman!


Odessa says solong to an old friend. Note his T-shirt. You can buy one too.


Bombshell Betty seems to have found something!

This Tuesday, August 24—
The joint will be jumping this Tuesday as SpeakEasily welcomes gypsyjazz geniuses GAUCHO to our fold! This band is hot stuff! And How!Their Django-rific sound will make you fight for territory on thedance floor. We may annex France for more space.
Speaking of France, THE INDRA will be with us as well with her one-and-only SpeakEasily High Body Count Apache Dance! Yes, she'll kill Billy again and G-D knows who else.
AND as if that wasn't enough, MR. MYSTIC will astound and amaze youwith whatever it is up his sleeves!
AND, of course, THE MILE HIGH METER DANCERS, those ravishing rowdyrabble rousers, can be all yours for the duration of a song (inexchange for just a few bucks tucked discreetly in a garter or perhaps in a more creative place). They are professionals!
For crying out loud, let's get hot!

The Mile High Club
3629 Martin Luther King Jr. Way,
Oakland CA
Doors and Meter Dancing at 8, Show starts at 9-ish
$5
http://www.oaklandmilehigh.com/
Info: speakeasily@gmail.com

For all the Boychiks in the hood,
~Odessa Lil~

8.18.2004

THE PICTURES ARE FUN ENTRY:

You know, you let some people have access to a stage and sometimes it results in nuclear fall out:


The Spectacular Spectacular show pictures are up...hurray!
And look! It's Sailor Billy from SpeakEasily:



Rose was there too, as a native in gold heels. Hey, it could happen...in the parallel universe where sailors go-go dance and leaders of rock bands wear my uncle's fez.



I have approximately a bagillion things I gotta do right now including phone calls I'd like to make, shtick that needs to get written, SLEEP that needs to get slept, unearthing my apartment...but blogging seems to be the only reasonable thing to do right now. That, and watching The Family Guy, but I already did that.
Tomorrow Steven and Ryan are coming over to record a commentary track for the upcoming The Breathing Show DVD. It's getting distribution from FilmThreat! Yeah!
And then you can rent it on Netflix, ok?
The fact that Steve and Ryan are coming by means I need to make the car hole look like a human lives here; not one cat and a trash-collecting monkey.

Last night's SpeakEasily was another artistic triumph! And the people...they came out! And Roky Roulette...he stripped on a pogo stick! And the Lollies...were feathery and beautiful! And Kitten and Mr. Tinkler were the best duo since Tony Orlando and Dawn or maybe even peanutbutter and jelly. These folks are seriously libraries of prohibition song info!
Lots of familiar faces were there and a few new ones too. It all warms my heart and makes my head feel gooshie (i mean that in a good way). I may have even recruited a couple of new Meter Dancers.

OK! Don't forget this Friday is a SpeakEasily event in part with SomArts Cultural Center and ARTworkSF called The Cafe Show at SomArts Bay Gallery (934 Brannan St @ 9th, SF). Odessa Lil will be there shaking babies and kissing hands (and stealing material, obviously).

AND

Next Tuesday is always just around the corner!