DATELINE: Midtown Manhattan, rush hour. I forget just how insanely fast paced it is around here, like salmon falling over each other avoiding eye contact. I lucked out to an invite to an opening at the Whitney Museum in a half hour, since my good friend Rev. Jen had an invite she couldn’t use. Her work is part of their permanent collection. (if you check out her site, www.revjen.com, you would be struck by that as well.)
Just picked up our press releases from our NY publicist Jen Kahn to hand out to any would-be journalists tonight. But the alt comedy crowd I know who will be there are more the drinking/ performance artist/ lovable underdogs of society.
To this performer community, I was once crowned Mr. Lower East Side, the scene’s highest honor–awarded to one lucky unathletic scenster in a rauccous beauty pagent for men, judged by a packed audience of hyper girls and gays. The common chorus of the crowd is "SHOW YOUR BALLS!" (You will see this phenomenon in my later doc RUDY & ME)
We’ll see how they take an ironic elections documentary with no male nudity.
