I saw Josh Kornbluth‘s new piece, Love and Taxes at the Magic Theater in SF last night. It was hilarious. If you haven’t seen his work before, check out the movie Haiku Tunnel, or read Red Diaper Baby, a collection of monologues. This autobiographical piece was all about Josh’s adventures in paying his taxes, from not filing 7 years in a row, to getting his big break only to find he owed $27,000, and beyond. And of course, love. Who can forget love? The Magic Theater is a pretty cool place, and I had never been. It’s where a lot of Sam Shepard plays were premiered, like Buried Child. Which I should also read.
[two children, BOBBY and SALLY sitting in the kitchen waiting for dinner, when all of a sudden two eyepatch-wearing villains in green swing in through though the window on ropes.]
PIRATE 1: Avast!
PIRATE 2: Arrrrr!
BOBBY: Who are you?
SALLY: Are you going to make us walk the plank?
BOBBY: I can’t swim!
PIRATE 1: Yer fate’ll be worse than that, ye swabs!
PIRATE 2: Ye’ll need a strong stomach to face yer fate,
PIRATE 1: Me name’s Broccoli Rob, and this is me first mate, Bruce.
PIRATE 2: But they calls me “Ell’s Sprouts.”
SALLY: Oh no, Bobby! I’ve heard of them! They’re the Green Sea Men!
BOBBY: What are you going to do to us?
PIRATE 1: We’re going to stuff you full of Vitamins A and K!
Ok, so it’s a work in progress. I blame Adam for the idea. Arrrr!