On Sept 13 10, Isaac Fitzgerald (one of my favorite people, at the moment, because he published this) hosted The Monthy Rumpus while Stephen Elliott was away in New York City, wherever the hell that is. I guess he had business there, if that’s possible. I don’t, that’s for sure. Give me the Bay, any day. But I digress.
As I was saying, Isaac was the genial host for featured writers Creston Lea, Katie Crouch, Rives and Daniel Alarcón. Music was provided by Shovelman Isaac Frankle and folksinger John Craigie. Want more? Chicken John was there, making us laugh and think at the same time, as he is wont to do.
It was quite a night. Rives provided new insight into the term “hand job”. His ventriloquist act without ventriloquism was funny, yet I found myself thinking about the implications for days afterward. Creston Lea returned to The Make Out Room from his current home in Vermont (wherever the hell that is) to read a story with a rural setting about folks who seemed to have inner lives a lot like ours. Funny how people are like that. Katie Crouch gently probed the intimacies of the marriage of Sam to Lucinda, the pole dancer. Daniel Alarcón read from his novel about Nelson, the not-an-actor-but-studied-to-be-an-actor who must deal with his difficult mother.
Chicken John auctioned off a twenty dollar bill in a most peculiar fashion and if that wasn’t strange enough, his lovely assistant, Nectar, sang, rather oddly. Chicken John has earned an honorable place in the long historical lineup of San Francisco eccentrics from The Emperor Norton to Carol Doda and we are glad to have him around.
On the musical side of things, Shovelman Isaac Frankle played a shovel like a-ringin’ a bell – go Isaac go! John Craigie’s sly tribute to Bob Dylan was spot on.
It was… a Rumpus. What more can I say?—Charles Kruger
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Shovelman Isaac Frankle
Chicken John + Nectar
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