Sorry Sorry Sorry
I am chagrined. Big time. This past Friday, I gave what I believe was the worst performance of my entire life. I have been on stage often enough these last 59 years to know that every once in awhile you give the audience far less than they deserve. I also know that apologizing for the lump of coal you occasionally leave on stage is not recommended. But fuck it. I need to apologize. My and Loren Niemi’s show in the 2008 Minnesota Fringe Festival was, although a last minute repalcement, rolling along pretty well according to the reviews. And in fact, I tended to agreee with the mostly favorable reviews. For a whole host of personal reasons, I was, to be polite, FLAT and DISJOINTED in this one performance. I offer the following not as an excuse, but merely to explain: My personal and professional life the last couple of months has been hell. The details are personal and will not be shared with any who may read this blog. Suffice it to say that when I got on stage this past Friday I was gone both physically and mentally. If I could return the money audience member spent to see the show I would. I cannot. A story telling performance artist needs to be in the moment and sharing with the audience. I was not and did not. I suppose to be kind to myself, this is really the first truly shitty performance I can ever really recall giving, so perhaps that’s not too bad. I can promise any and all that this will not happen again. I was so chagrined about this performance that I could not bear to go to the Fringe closing party tonight, an event I have never missed. If I get in the Fringe next year, and you were one of the unfortunate audience members this past Friday, let me know and you will be comped.
