Monday, April 16, 2012

Latest Show...Which Was Tonight!

I had an amazing time performing at the Pizza Shoppe Collective tonight.
This month's charity was the Lydia House, an Omaha organization which provides emergency services for women and families in immediate need.  They can provide SAFE shelter for more than 300 women and families in the area and I hope we managed to raise a few more dollars for their work.  :)


I haven't posted lately, but have been writing a LOT.
I got to perform a few covers tonight and one new original piece about my husband.  I'll publish it here for those who missed it tonight, although you can also check out the entire show via streamed video here.  I got the opportunity to close the show, which was amazingly fun...but it does mean I am last on the video.  :)

So, here is my newest piece:

Just Married
am a super-villain.

I dress all in black,
chain smoke clove cigarettes, 
and drink the strongest coffee.
I know everything about esoteric music no one has EVER
HEARD.
I waft blase smiles across crowded rooms,
and control my world through the TIGHTNESS of my corset.

I can draw blood with the lash of my burgundy lipstick,
And I speak frequently,
in condescending tones.

(THAT means to speak down to someone.)
Mmmmm
You are a villain, too.

You are moody and self-destructive,
You smell deliciously of black coffee, and Camel non-filters.
You have gotten fifteen, TOTAL, minutes, of sunshine in the last ten years,
And you know EVERYTHING about physics and snakes.

Our friends refer to you as a Sexual Tyrannosaurus
And you espouse hysterical rants about the Hittite Civilization, Carbon Atoms, and the history of why EVERYONE, ELSE, IS WRONG.

You.
are an unrecognized genius.
We meet at a party where we are both hitting on the same girl.
She backs away slowly as we
RAIL against a world that is unfair, and ruthless.

All night we
paint each other’s naked bodies with future plans of COMPLEX schemes and FANTASTIC devices.

I carve our names into the moon with an atomic laser.
You buy a secret lair for us in the Virgin Islands which DOUBLES, as a tax shelter.
I organize an army of henchmen READY, to sacrifice themselves.
You create a machine that can generate DEVASTATING earthquakes
And I push the trigger EVERY, TIME, WE KISS.
You steal the outer shell of an outdated nuclear weapon.
And put it in our living room.
I refer to it as a “conversation piece”.

I devise an armored vest for you which GENERATES, an electric shock, ON COMMAND, to the target of your choice.

We do not even discuss jet packs.
Jet packs are SO…1983.

I change our last names to “Mayhem”,
You build me a giant robot so I may reign terror on those who oppose us,
I create a serum which bestows ULTIMATE power at the cost of the ENTIRE, universe.
On Sunday afternoons, 
we dare each other 
to drink it.

We found our own Secret Society,
We encourage our members to experiment with Gamma Radiation,
ALL of our closest friends are clones,
And NONE of our plans are ever foiled.

You surprise the border guards in Juarez with “knockout gas”,
We leave the country under a cloud of rumor and suspicion.

We cling to each other’s skin with the ferocity of GIANT spiders.
I reveal my secret identity.
You expose your dark secret.
And we bathe together, dive deep into each other’s neuroses
And jettison off.
At the last moment.
Curled in our escape pod.




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