Tag: Brently

  • Tonight: Trapped in the Closet, Live at M Bar

    Dear friends, the best goodbyes are in the Closet! What can truly be said for R. Kelly’s operatic masterpiece, Trapped in the Closet? Nightmare? Genius? Stanky spewey epic? Come see the original 12 chapters performed live by Brently & friends. This show originally premiered in LA and has traveled to NYC and back, gathering attention…

  • It’s Not You, It’s Me.

    No, I’m not still reading that book. And no, I’m not still listening to the Violent Femmes (thanks Delphine and Dave for your concerns about my iPod’s state). I can’t even really blame the job, but I will anyway. I’m working, and AB’s here, and life is hard and I’m trying to get this year’s…

  • do you want to know a secret?

    do you want to know a secret?

    I just wrote three hundred words of the next novel, so you know it’s time to procrastinate with so many more words over here. Because it’s easier, okay? Leave me alone! I’m trying to be an artist! So. The Festival of Books. Yeah, yeah. I know. It was a month ago. Let me see if…

  • keep your armies in your sleevies.

    Whenever I open a new bag of cat food and pour it into the cat food container, Taylor acts like he just won a jackpot, pulling himself up to the stream of kibble, trying to catch one in his mouth mid-stream. I can’t imagine how much more delightful and tasty one-second old kibble is compared…

  • I Guess That’s How The Kids Are Talking These Days.

    “The first rule is, you can’t cut a single word,” Heilbron says of the 42-minute sordid suite, which he decided to stage after receiving a DVD copy last Christmas. “I knew I had to learn it, I knew I had to make it better,” he says with that particularly modern mix of sarcasm and sincerity.…

  • Why My Brain Is Mad At Me

    Why My Brain Is Mad At Me

    I used to think knowing all the words to “It’s The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” was an interesting fun fact/party trick. But now that I know more than four full chapters of “Trapped In the Closet,” I kind of want to kill myself. But it’s all in…

  • Four on the floor. Or five, really, counting Olive.

    We gave away our couch and chair to Out of the Closet today. That made a lot more sense before I realized we still had another two days to live in the house. We’re sitting on the floor, watching the Olympics. This is another one of those “sink pasta” moments that will be incredibly romantic…

  • somebody stop me

    freaking out over opening night Opening night tonight. Too nervous to do any typing.