
My sister Xoë treated Julia and I to a live performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch in this tiny little theater just a tidge larger than my apartment. The music was bracingly loud, the night was hot, and the air conditioning was a few fans, blowin' away...
It was completely awesome.
The Hedwig was the kind of combative, surly, super-sexual-transexual rock sorta-star that Hedwig needs to be, all done up with pink frills and sporting a very pronounced cleft chin. S/he belted like a true superstar (although it was obvious that the performer had spent a great deal of time listening to the movie soundtrack, as the inflection and timing was a near-duplicate). The crowd was appreciative, the music blared in a ridiculously righteous way...
Dude. I need to replace my VHS dub of the film in a now way. Too bad I am lacking funds (my Comic-Con hotel charged -- not held funds but charged -- for the full price of all four nights already. That was rather unexpected). Perhaps after the next two months of financial rollercoaster-age for fun is over.