So as Kooy gracefully pantomimed a frustrated lover waiting for her tardy beau in "Late" — introduced as, "in essence, why Linda now has an ex-husband" — my disgust for myself was leavened, even replaced, by my disgust for the "madding crowd," the common rabble, the groundlings who were just too engrossed and gross to understand the finer things. If they only knew that a tune like the closing number, "Pick You Up," is basically a song about midget tossing: "Let me take you in my arms / And see how far I can throw you ... I like to pick up short men / And throw them as far as I can / It's a strange hobby, maybe / But it makes me feel like a man."
Clearly, they hadn't made it far enough up Maslow's hierarchy of needs to be able to see "self-actualization" with a telescope. Give a starving man a flaky, buttery croissant, and he's going to jam it into his gullet like a three-day-old dinner roll. SFBG
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Sat/20, 9 p.m.
Red Poppy Art House
2698 Folsom, SF
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