Closing Night of Assassins

Sometime tonight, curtain goes down on "Assassins." Maybe you've heard of it. Most likely, you're already working on it, and this is not exactly news to you. Whatever. I just want to give mad props (or is that "madd propz"?) to my fellow cast- and crew-mates, and to my all-time source of actorly inspiration.

Yes, sir, as a matter of fact, I am talking to you.

Yee Haw.

Hey, look -- we didn't invent the rule. We're just saying, is all.



PS: Does "Dubya" count as a name? 'Cause I'd say you could pin a lot more than one victim on him...

If Only You Hadn'ta Shot Him.

Poor Sirhan. Just can't catch a break in his parole hearings, seeing as how the one person that might speak up on his behalf is... well...



[Thanks to Alan for the inspiration on this one.]

The Penis Wants What The Penis Wants.

More inspiration from the joyfulness that is "Assassins," as Artie Bremer, partial inspiration for Travis Bickle, gets dragged away after shooting George Wallace (and three bystanders) in 1972.

"Assassins" T-Shirt Layout

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Assassins - Now Playing at BRT

Time for some shameless self-promotion. Megan and I and a dozen of our most talented compadres are currently appearing onstage at the Boiler Room Theatre in Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman's "Assassins" -- for my money, one of the most brilliant shows ever created.



Long story short, go see this show. Contains violence and adult language and dark, disturbing material. And guns. Lots and lots of guns.

UPDATE: Nashville Scene review here.

UPDATE: Nashville City Paper review here.

Photo is by Rick Malkin.

There's Another National Anthem Playing...

But trust me, it is decidedly not the one you hear at the ballpark.

"Assassins" -- opens at the Boiler Room Theatre this Friday, April 25. Runs through May 24th. For more information on the show, check out www.boilerroomtheatre.com.

In the meantime, courtesy of Rick Malkin:

McKinley Loves, err, Loved Beef

I read it just this morning, so I figure it's almost assuredly true.

Corbin's New Bumper Sticker

So last night at rehearsal for Assassins, Corbin Green managed to cut hisself somehow (the ways of the Corbin are mysterious to us). I of course was blamed; Corbin tattled all over that place that I made him bleed, and swore he would get a bumper sticker to attest to that fact. So, I give you this:



To which I say: Get in line! (Ba-dum-pssh)

I'll be expecting to see this on his pick-up any day now.