It's been a heady week of entertainment. Last Sunday, there was the matinée of the documentary, "Paul Williams Still Alive", followed by schnitzel salad at the Back Abbey. Most of Paul's hits are songs about co-dependency, but what is falling in love anyway? The only job more codependent than lover is mother.
I liked this doc and I like Paul Williams. I just wish filmmaker and writer, Stephen Kessler, would have shut up so Paul could have told more stories about his nomadic childhood and his larger-than-life, alcoholic father.
Last night, the gay (and I mean gay in the sense of happy), mad whirl culminated with the star-studded entertainmentpalooza launch of Jeremy Radin's new book, Slow Dance with Sasquatch.
I am a fan of Jeremy's poetry since hearing him breathe fire into a poem about bears on Lummis Day at El Alisal. Who but Jeremy would have thought to turn his launch into a cabaret by including live music from The Flash Cards, poetry by Derrick Brown, Brendan Constantine (a frenetic favorite), Amber Tamblyn and literary sword-swallower, Brett Loudermilk?
The evening in the Skylit Theatre on Vermont was sparkling, funny, majestic, wistful, moving, human and authentic. What a privilege to be among the 100+ to hear this courageous poet speak his truth. And I mean courageous in the sense that his Dad, grandparents and sister were in the audience. As his friends keep remarking on his FB page: he da man.