Sunday, October 19, 2008

2pm, Pomona, NJ

Although not through a window, this photo has historic import: it was in this theatre, at this piano -indeed at this very spot in the wings- that my glorious compatriot, Grandmaster Blowhole, was stricken with a bout of duodenal rebellion as the proletariat foodstuffs of his stomach liberated themselves from the bourgeois oppression of his stomach.

Our sturdy resident yeoman, Feta McCropolis, was forced to fill in, producing the legend known as 'The Show in the Key of C.'

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2 comments:

sadly factual said...

The horror, the horror.

I vividly recall this monstrous event. One thing I do remember was somehow laughing even as I lay on the nearby bathroom floor, miserably re-experiencing (and in reverse order) the past meals of the day, the plaintive bleating and tortured cries of wounded animals that was the sound of the cast attempting to negotiate the challenging tessitura of the closing number, normally in G major, in the not quite so convenient key of C. Until that moment, I had no idea that one could purge one's stomach contents and experience deep mirth simultaneously.

October 19, 2008 at 2:57 PM
blogreg said...

Weird: the white symbol seen on the drape is similar to a Japanese symbol pronounced "ki." I have too much free time on my hands, obviously.

October 19, 2008 at 2:57 PM

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