|I felt as awesome as this looks.|
I was kicking off the second act of the Desultory Theatre Club’s “Hardcore Halloweenie” variety show as it turned into a pretty wild night. The show was sold out, the room wall to wall with people hooting and hollering.
Food trucks are parked outside with burritos and baked potatoes, a microbrewery pours chocolate porter out of a cooler, and a local coffee company drives up in a hearse.
All of that, plus Halloween cupcakes in a shop with creepy hardcore art on the walls.
|Circus Delecti get their hammer & bed of nails on.|
What a night! I got to be all over the place: from stage banter and flexing those old improv muscles, to running a party game, to singing a song, to regularly seeing how many sequined bras, feather boas, gloves and fake blood-stained props I could pick up after each burlesque act.
After years of supporting Desultory Theatre Club as a spectator, I made the leap to the stage. But bigger than the nerdy thrill of standing in the lights alongside your fanboy targets, was marking a return to another chapter of my life.
|I did do Pippin in high school, and it looked exactly like this. Yes, exactly like this.|
Before I went out into the workaday world, performance art was such a large part of my life and my public identity. You could say it pretty much made my public identity for many years.
Nerds love their fandoms fiercely, and in my ways they seek to embody the experience of their adulation, from cosplay to LARPing to RPGs and MMORPGs.
|This is how I felt on opening night before a show.|
Live theater, for me, remains the best version of that embodiment, with a script to follow and a crowd cheering. It’s great.
|High-school me liked Pirates of Penzance, and had 25-odd white daughters.|
By doing the Halloween show, I got to reveal a piece of myself that so few people in my life now know about me. My wife told me that one of our burlesque pals heard my pre-show sound check and said, “I didn’t know Marvin sang.” Even those who heard me belt my way through some rock and roll karaoke (I was named the goddamn karaoke king, after all) didn’t quite know what I could really do.
|You intimidate the crowd to tip the burly-q dancers. Those costumes ain’t free!|
Sunday morning, as I awaited some brunch, I felt worn and drained, but blissful and crackling with glee after an amazing night. We made them laugh, we made them scream, we were dressed to kill, and this was only the beginning as I turn an old life into a new one.
A real scream.