Until I get some new stuff ready to upload, here's some old stuff which might give you a chuckle at my once-youthful excesses.

As the "real" version of Pump Boys and Dinettes gets ready for its Broadway comeback, it's timely that my bandmate recently gave me a copy of the cast album we recorded for our community theater version 23 years ago. I literally hadn't heard it since we recorded it. I'd forgotten most of the songs. It was completely strange to hear younger versions of ourselves ripping through the material as if we knew what we were doing. Our voices seem so edgy and, how else can I say this, not old.

This was my solo number. During the piano break, I'd turn around, kneel down, and bend backwards until my head was on the stage floor and I could see the audience - and then I'd bend myself right back up onto my feet, never dropping a single note of the chugging-eighths bass line. I think I was trying to channel Little Richard in my histrionic vocals, hoping that the spectacle would somehow gloss over the fact that, in real life, I was 26 and hadn't even dated anyone in nine years, much less some cashier named Mona. A year and a half later, I more fully realized why this number felt so awkward to perform.

I took a long break from theater after this and concentrated on other stuff.