holy split

my friends,

i was google image searching “creepy” and look what i found. it makes me laugh and laugh. other things of course cause a chuckle. one pal descr

the problem with broadway musical music

my friends,

last night the jonathan larson grant award ceremony was held here in old new york and let me tell you: it was a sight for sore ears. larson’s own selection, entitled “boho days,” was a stirring beebopping a-capella-esque send up of living in new york. no easy feat. (that is, neither living in new york nor writing a song about it is easy-peasy)

the other selections, there were three in total, were from the grant winners themselves and sadly these tunes were not nearly as guiltily pleasing as the larson ditty. sigh.

as i turned to my companion, an inimitable composer and himself a jonathan larson grant winner, i whispered: “the problem with these songs is how they’re sung!” well, that and the tired rhymes, the tired acting, and the very tired plot telling. snooze-a-looza. but the real issue that seemed so easily solvable were those broadway trained voices.

yes, they are amazing. amazingly cheesy. so what to do when you want to turn your whipped cheeze-whiz song into a camembert concerto or an extra-sharp cheddar chatarunga hit? you’ve gotta change it up. get different cheese curds. that’s the word! kippy’s word at least. just imagine some b’way songs sung without all the annoying affectation. imagine if those tunes were sung honestly! i know. makes your head, and ears, just wanna explode.

see you later ‘gators,
kip

winks

my friends,

i know you await my missives with baited breath. let me tell you this: asleep at the wheel has been tucked into bed and is snoring softly. most of the buzzbuzzbuzz i heard included the words “terrifying” and “horrifying,” and though the artists weren’t operating in the horror genre, they certainly were pleased as punch to hear what they took as compliments.

on another note. let us not forget the words that a wise man once spoke to me:

“Never write anything down when you can whisper it. And never say a word, when a wink will do.”

yours in winking!
kippy

biggest ‘little theatre’ you ever saw

my friends and neighbors,

prepare yourself. tonight is the biggest ‘little theatre’ you ever saw at dixon place in manhattan’s lower east side. yes. asleep at the wheel comes at you live and alive and full-of-flaws-fan-tastic for the first (and quite possibly last) time.

don’t say you meant to be there, you’re sorry you missed it. or that you had too much work, were soooo swamped, or felt too pooped. by all means, don’t come. you could just read 501 (c) blues: staying sane in the nonprofit game… but how much fun would that really be?where’d the music be?

for the brave souls who make it out tonight: kippy salutes you.

kip

song list

laughter blowing through my nose
you come in and out of my inbox
ca ca ca candy
let’s go drinking

three’s company (and three hunka lunkas)

no, no my friends,

i am not referring to three george hunkas, rather, to three hunka lunka piana players! that’s ‘three piano players’ in laymans terms. and let me tell you, they will keep you company. zing! if you haven’t heard about three pianos (playing at the ontological no doubt), you’ve been living under a larger rock than i’ve been!

seriously, don’t walk–run! to get your tix. ok, i know that sounds hyperbolic. and it is. but with good reason. three pianos is both hilarious and heartbreaking and leaves viewers with good stuff to chew on for days to come. plus, there aren’t just pianos played. there are other instrumenti (but don’t want to ruin any deliscious surprises the hunka lunkas throw your way) … ooh and red wine is passed around the audience to, you know, ‘engender community’… whatever that is! didn’t those taylor mac people make that joke with their revenge? hmm. those downtown drama kings and queens sure have a funny idea of ‘community.’

and speaking of a community i won’t be partaking in…. that would  be radiohole‘s current show at ps 122, let’s say it left a pal of the kipster feeling overwhelmingly underwhelmed. not to mention the rancor of aforementioned pal, who was dismayed when, on opening night, she was sprayed with red jello shots! not cute. esp. since pal was wearing white jeans. (now who in her right mind wears white jeans… in winter… in new york!?) some people, pals included, are beyond me.

anyhoozle, i hear asleep at the wheel, a mini-musical about the dark heart of not-for-profits and the sleepy souls who run them, will be having it’s 10-minute premiere at dixon place‘s ‘little theatre’ next monday, mar. 8 at 8pm. consider yourselves warned!

kip out