Draggin' My Nuckles
This Saturday marks my return to burlesque. Syrens of the South--a more recent addition to Atlanta's ever-burgeoning burlesque scene--will present a night of dancers through the ages interspersed by comedians stuck in time. I'm to play a 70s lounge comic.
After Bill Murray's lounge singer, Andy Kaufman's Tony Clifton and the new hipster fav Neil Hamburger, it's a little hard to find a new take on the smarmy creep.
I'll likely slick my hair back and wear a loud shirt buttoned only to the navel--nothing innovative there. But after one of my own overwritten dick jokes--the Agnes Scott bit!--I might segue into a brief reflection on the appeal and the emptiness of the swinger life. It's that still-vulgar but ham-fistedly lyrical style I like to think is my "mature" period.
Or maybe I'll just wear a funny wig and fall down.
There'll also be puppets, a guy doing Jesus as a stand-up and plenty o' pasties.