Word: bits
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...legend was sealed by A Pirate Looks at Forty, a mournful 1974 ballad that is still a concert highlight. When its narrator, a pirate born "200 years too late," offers up a confession--"I've done a bit of smugglin'/ I've run my share of grass/ I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast"--Buffett's fans assumed he was singing about himself. In fact, he wrote the song about one of his disreputable friends. "I was never the damn pirate," says Buffett...
While both Augustine and Siemens give excellent and highly amusing performances, Erik Amblad '98 quickly steals the scene as Aleksii Antedilluvianovich Prelapsarianov, or, as he claims to be, "the world's oldest living Bolshevik." Although Amblad's monologue grows a bit monotonous after a while, he still brings the essence of Aleksii, and of all of Kushner's characters--knee-slapping irony and witticisms combined with genuine emotional depth--to life. He leaves the audience giggling uncontrollably with lines such as "You're practically bugging me," spoken to the closely-following and nearly-blind Serge; and "God is a Menshevik...
...tiptoeing into view. Sex, sex, sex, for one thing, including plenty of discussion about how far is too far to go on a sultry Panhandle night. The coquette/tramp, played with appropriate feminine deviltry by Cybill Shepherd (who never looked so good -- just ask Bogdanovich, who did a May-December bit of his own with Cybill during the shoot and after). And of course the mantra, inserted early on by John Keats via John Hillerman: "'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' -- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." The grand jury knows. But they...
...industry swamped with angry men and penis jokes, recent college grad Beckwith's material is a tough sell. In a seven-minute set, she'll maybe get through three long jokes, but the traveling is interesting. In one bit, she dismisses big-screen TVs, arguing that the joy of television is having tiny people entertain you. "I think there should be openings for food and water so that it's as if you could actually feed the tiny people. 'Hello, tiny people! It is time for supper! Feast! Feast!'" But while she wanders to that punch line, she takes some...
...from topic to topic with a disjointed rhythm that diminished his chances of building up a rolling momentum. The first fusillade of jokes--how "woos" and "yips" have replaced laughter at shows--was classic Seinfeld: gently humorous observations. Then comedy leapfrog. A few comments about death segued into a bit on how the closest equivalent we have to royalty in America is the people who get to ride in electric carts at the airport. By the time the nearly hour-long set ended abruptly with an orgasm gag, he had covered such disparate subjects as answering machines, the irrational fear...