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Yesterday morning, we woke to doom-filled forecasts -- snow would start falling in the afternoon, with horrible winds and bitter cold, six inches by the time it was over. This morning, there is naught but a dusting. You could call it an inch, maybe. You know, if you didn't want to hurt the snow's feelings. It's OK, snow -- we know you tried, and that's what counts!!!!
An A for effort also goes to the ladies of last night's cabaret. Unfortunately, the show gets a "gentlemen's C" for execution. (Again, I'm being charitable.)
The doors were supposed to open at 9:30 (they didn't -- brrrr!). The show was supposed to start at 10:30 (it didn't -- grrrr!). But that's par for the course for low-budget entertainment options in Chicago. Sadly, though, it was all downhill from there. The tech guy/DJ/MC -- a pudgy Johnny Slash-type -- operated the controls as if it were the first time he'd seen them. The "multi-media event" we were promised fell prey to misdirected spotlights, music glitches, bad mikes and repeated WinDVD crashes that brought the blue screen of death to the projection scrim (prompting one wag in the crowd to volunteer, loudly, that there existed a superior operating system that the organizers might want to look into. I believe the direct quote was "OSX fucking rocks!"). And then, after fucking everything up all evening, Johnny Slash insisted on serenading the crowd with his techno version of "Ain't That a Kick in the Head" (oh, if only!). He was roundly booed.
But the ladies! The ladies were as beautiful and funny and well-rehearsed as their support crew was inept. They never stopped smiling and shaking their thangs even as chaos descended around them. One dancer was stuck on stage for a good 10 minutes after a blown music cue left her stranded in the dark. With grace and professionalism, she stayed in place while her cohorts did a saucy bump-n-grind behind the scrim to try and keep the crowd's attention. Alas, people were heckling and hissing and leaving in droves. Poor ladies, just trying to put on a nice girlie show for the people! It's a shame -- the dancers were gorgeous and their ideas were clever (glowing body-paint frolic under black lights = cool!), but they just couldn't hold the audience after all the problems.
Ninety minutes into the show, they had still only been able to perform 6 of the promised 15 numbers, and we didn't feel like waiting around until 2 or 3 am to see them all, so we went home after a raucous tap routine. As I was getting my coat, the coat-check fella explained that this was their first show, which made me want to give all the girls hugs. Seriously, when they get their shit together, this show will be wonderful.
Replies: 3 Confessions
Yeah, but it also wasn't burlesque. It was ladies dancing in panties and bras. In one number, a dancer actually got less naked. There wasn't any teasing. A girl tap dancing in a pink vinyl corset does not burlesque make. Haven't they ever seen "Gypsy"?
They've performed elsewhere many times, according to their Web site. The show was just ridiculously executed and unfortunately, will leave a really bad taste for burlesque in the mouths of the unwitting audience.
The Bad Ass Burlesque ladies were so much better.
Shylo @ 02/15/2003 10:46 AM CST
You made a Square Pegs reference.
You rock my world.
Jessica @ 02/15/2003 11:46 AM CST
It's a totally different head, man. Totally.
amyc @ 02/15/2003 01:15 PM CST