Friday, October 31, 2008
Halloween 2008 has arrived.
As most kids, when I was a child I lived for Halloween. It was our first authentic costume party; a chance for us to celebrate our imaginations. On this one day you could be whatever you wanted to be - and, like most kids, you spent much of the fall commiserating with your friends as to what costume you would wear.
The olden days of Halloween (i.e. 1970s) were a care-free time. I'd join my friends and we'd hit the streets around 5pm and be out until every house was visited. No one seemed to mind kids wandering the neighborhood alone until 10pm - everyone would return to their bed as usual; the difference being we'd each bring home a pillowcase of candy.
As for that candy, there was no checking - no razor blades or poisons to be found. The only checking I remember doing was to toss out crap I didn't like - as well as to separate the candy from the coins; for some reason wrapped bundles of pennies were still in vogue back then - especially by the 'older lady' contingent.
I remember those hypnotic experiences every late September - stepping into the large Grant department store and seeing row upon row of colorful boxes; each with a window on the front - and peering from the window was the eyeless face of someone (or something) you could be. Box costumes were the rage in the 1960s/1970s - - i'm sure they are still out there, but not nearly as strong as they were back then. Each costume was the same - a cheap plastic gown with sleeves that you wore over your street clothes - and a thin plastic face mask - complete with a rubber band that tangled up in your hair! Once you placed the mask on your face, the smell of chemicals from the mask was overwhelming! Plus you could barely breathe through the tiny holes machine-punched into the nostril locations.
Adjusting the mask so your eyes lined up was a constant challenge and after 10 minutes most kids would just wear the mask on the top of their head, pulling it down upon ringing a doorbell - it was a chore! All this to get candy - what a crock.
That's when we grew up; we would instead hold seances in someone's garage; complete with spooky decorations. Nothing ever came of it, 'cept for a few sleepless nights afterwards.
There are moments when I wish I lived in a neighborhood that still had door-to-door Trick or Treating. You just don't see it in the city much anymore. Community centers or neighborhood parties have replaced that ritual - mostly out of safety and concern.
It's a shame in a way - many of today's kids (those in a city environment especially) are missing out on that experience; traveling through the neighborhood and knocking on every door as a child was my first true taste of independence.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Now grant it - it was shot by a fan at last night's historic game, so the audio is a bit over-modulated, but regardless - - THIS is what made last night so special for me.
Earlier this year Harry sang this song to a crowd in an impromptu emotional moment of joy - it has stuck with him and there was nothing finer than to see him - in the wave of euphoria that he had to be feeling while standing in front of 45,000 loyal fans, sing this song again .... slightly off key and completely wonderful.
This clip literally brought a tear to my eye. Enjoy.
For all of his achievements, legendary Phillies announcer Harry Kalas had never called the final out of a Phillies championship. Kalas was finishing his first decade with the team back in 1980 when the Phils won their first-ever World Series crown, but Major League Baseball rules prevented local broadcasts of the World Series.
So there is no call of Kalas at the 1980 World Series; Vin Scully and Sparky Anderson had the microphone for CBS Radio. By the Phillies’ next World Series appearance, in 1983, baseball had changed the rule and allowed local radio stations to continue carrying the games.
“The outcry of Phillie fans had M.L.B. change it,” Kalas told the NY Times on Monday. “Phillie fans really let themselves be heard. They wanted to hear Harry and Whitey calling the World Series.”
The Hall of Fame center fielder Richie Ashburn, known as Whitey, was Kalas’s longtime broadcast partner. He died in 1997. This month, Kalas has been working the middle three innings of each game. But when the Phillies have a chance to clinch, the schedule is adjusted so Kalas can call the ninth.
“When it ends, the fans are going to want him narrating it,” Tom McCarthy, another Phillies broadcaster, said. “It’s one of the very few, minute things missing on his résumé, and here is it, a chance for him to do it. He’s the soundtrack of baseball in this city.”
With that I give you this incredible clip of Harry in action, reaching that dream that he's carried for decades.
note: Announcer Chris Wheeler is behind him, but because of the hot mics, can't vocalize his excitement - if so, he would step all over this historic call from Harry. So, that explains his spastic reaction behind Harry!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Fuckin' Fox. Fuckin' MLB. Fuckin' Bud Selig.
Philly Inquirer's Phil Sheridan said it best:
Major League Baseball should be ashamed for allowing its most important game of the year to deteriorate into an embarrassing mess because of slavish obedience to its pimp, the Fox Television Network. The first problem here is TV's insistence on scheduling these games for 8:30 p.m. or even later. There are plenty of lovely autumn afternoons - and yesterday was one of them - that give way to cold and blustery evenings. When baseball, like other sports, sold its soul to the networks and their craven need for prime-time sports programming, it created a situation where many young fans couldn't stay up to watch the most important games of the year.
There is no mechanism for the baseball commissioner, Bud Selig, to look at the weather reports, discern that a night game is doomed, and shift the start time to late afternoon.
That would inconvenience fans, but so does suspending the game for a day. That would be tough on players, but so does suspending the game for a day.
If the fans and players were the priorities, last night's game would have been stopped much sooner. They aren't. Television is, and television won't allow its prime-time program to be moved...
At this point, I doubt the game will resume tonight - the weather right now is simply RAW. Cold rain and winds and by 8pm the rains might end, but 30mph winds will remain making it feel like its in the mid-20s! That is not baseball weather at all. Whenever MLB does decide to start the game, I can only hope that the Phils take their anger from last night and bury the Rays and then tell f'n Bud Selig to 'KISS OUR ASS' when accepting the World Series trophy!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, John and I traveled to New York City for the annual WFMU-FM Record & CD Fair ... one word; amazing.
The location was the Metropolitan Pavilion- located on 18th near 6th - is a vast hall that WFMU (easily one of the best indie stations in the country) rents out each year for their annual fundraiser record fair.
For $6 you walk into a sea of dealers - each with boxes and boxes of music! Everything from 10-for-a-buck CD deals to vinyl releases marked for $100 and above. This along with live performances, live broadcasts, an a/v room showcasing concert video recordings and - on this one day, an actual WEDDING!
Seems the bride is a DJ and felt what better place to tie the knot than in a hall filled with music and surrounded by music geeks and fans alike. The ceremony was broadcasted live on WFMU and had a Halloween theme - complete with ghoulish go-go dancers! Very nice indeed
John, of course, got the most of the group of us - but he finds some great deals so I continue to tip my hat to him. I bought a bagful of 12" singles from various 80s bands - as well as a few discs. Spending the afternoon at a record fair is a test of wills, especially since one could easily spend hundreds of dollars if left alone; thankfully we were both on a cash budget and that made it a little easier!
We got back to Philly in time to regroup and head out to see The Magnetic Fields at the Merriam Theatre. Prior to their performance, the opening act was Shugo Tokumaru - who is a 28 year old Japanese singer/songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. His style and influences incorporate elements of pop, folk and electronic music and was truly hypnotizing to watch! His first solo record, Night Piece was released in 2004 and his second record, L.S.T., was released in 2005. His latest album, Exit is now available internationally and he's been touring with The Magnetic Fields to help showcase his unique musical diversity. Even though we had bags upon bags of music waiting at home, John picked up his first two discs (since they are unavailable domestically) and yesterday we listened to them during a quiet Sunday afternoon - - highly recommended as perfect chill sounds.
He plays all of the instruments heard on his CDs but on stage he was joined by fellow musicians to create the same levels of sound; complete with a toy piano, mouth organs, ukulele and other acoustic instruments. This is an artist that - as much as it was great to see him live; deserves to be at a venue like World Cafe Live where the acoustics for an acoustic musician are second to none!
The Magnetic Fields took the stage and explained that many of their instruments were lost in flight to Philly; so thankfully they were able to find a loner acoustic guitar and cello - but you could tell that they were out of sync just a bit; besides not having their own instruments they also didn't have their earpieces - which really threw off the female vocalist since she wasn't able to hear the band as well as she liked; even with a wedge speaker by her feet.
They performed a set and took a 15-minute break - then came back and played a much tighter second set, which I felt was far superior to their opening sounds. A vamp highlight was when founder and lead Stephin Merritt pointed to the darkened balcony to proclaim 'Look - its an angel - a blue angel has arrived to witness our performance! Oh - no its just someone checking their fucking email!!'
Saturday, October 25, 2008
But now McCain has begun to define the term upward, leaving no mogul or tycoon behind.
On Thursday in Sarasota, Governor Charlie Crist introduced J. Robert Long, the CEO of Marine Concepts as a "small businessman." The man McCain dubbed "Bob the Boat Builder" spent, as Crist noted, most of his career at Wellcraft Marine, which reported revenues of $67 million last year, according to Yahoo! Finance.
Last night in Colorado, Senator Lindsey Graham, a close friend of the McCains, described Cindy as "a great small businesswoman." Her "small" business -- Hensley & Co., a family-owned Anheuser-Busch distributor that is the third largest among the 800 in the country -- had revenues of nearly $200 million last year, according to Yahoo.
All that comes to mind right now is, ironically, you can put lipstick on a pig but its still a pig.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
David Sedaris on undecided voters:
I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?"
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Not only did the Phillies win last night for a ticket to the World Series - they dominated the game over the Dodgers. It truly was a team effort, beginning with Rollins' kick-off homer!
I grew up in Philly amid championships; from the powerful Philadelphia Flyers who proudly wore their nickname of the Broad Street Bullies as they dominated the NHL and earned back-to-back Stanley Cups during my childhood, to the magical year of 1980 - when after a few almost-years, the Phillies finally made it to the World Series and WON!
I was at Game Two of that series - and screamed my head off, along with the other 65,000 rabid fans at Veterans Stadium. We won that game and the energy that permiated through the city that fall was incredible!
Fast-forward to 1993 when my friend Elise and I sat on the absolute TOP row of the Vet on an October night and could barely see the field - but we could see the gaudy sparkle of Jane Fonda's sequined Atlanta Braves hat all the way down in front - we beat the Braves that night and won another ticket to the World Series -- I never heard a crowd yell so loud for so long - it gives me chills just remembering that moment to this day!
Now the Phillies are in the World Series again - and we have a chance to win (a decent chance too!) - not only to win, but to finally break the curse that has hung around the neck of this city for the past quarter-century.
Oh - and for those that might have missed this oh-so-beautiful moment ... enjoy the soothing sounds of the legendary broadcaster Harry Kalas calling the final minutes towards the Phillies first visit to the World Series since 1993.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Of course, most of you dear readers know that Alison made her start as the vocal half of the band YAZOO - featuring Vince Clarke, shortly after he left Depeche Mode. Famous for their dance singles "Situation", "Don't Go" and "State Farm", the truth is that Yazoo - or Yaz as they were forced to be known here in the states - were a much deeper, darker band than those songs let on.
Lyrics that cried out in sadness, joy and heartbreak were found in both of the Yazoo releases - then, a quickly as the formed, they broke up and went their separate ways: Vince met up with Andy Belland created Erasure - Alison took a turn at a solo career, which was quite successful.
This past summer Vince and Alison reunited for a Yazoo world tour - not so much for a nostalgia hook but more because they had never really gotten the chance to play their canon of music live on stage.
John and I traveled to NYC to see them at the legendary Beacon Theatre; what a joy it was! The seats were a couple rows away from the ceiling - and the stage looked so barren before they arrived. Two small risers were set - one with a mic stand and one with a computer stand. Concern on how they would possible fill the room abounded; Vince rarely moves while playing and Alison tends to remain in place with a simple sway.
However, our fears were squelched when they came on as a huge computerized wall of lights fired up and accompanied each song with its own creation. As someone who was a Yazoo fan from the beginning, it was truly a memorable evening!
That is - until last night.
I knew that (for whatever reason; economy, location, day) sales to the Alison Moyet concert were light but you would never have guessed if you simply listened to the crowd as it joyously responded to every song performed.
John and I arrived at the Keswick Theatre and were guided to our seats by an usher – how excited we were to see that we were sitting in the pit – with no seats in front of us to the stage! The next 90 minutes I felt as if Alison was singing right to me – she would glance over and smile and I was overwhelmed with joy; being so close to the stage and the speakers, her hypnotic voice, complete with ample reverb, just enveloped my senses. She performed songs from her new solo disc The Turn (out this week!) – plus a good assortment of classic tracks, including a few Yazoo staples as well as "Love Resurrection" – one of my favorite songs of the 1980s, hands down.
Alison closed the night with one of my all-time favorite Moyet numbers, written by Jules Shear; "Whispering Your Name". What a powerful song! My other highlight was listening to her sing the first single from Yazoo, "Only You" – with just a grand piano – you could hear a pin drop in the hall.
Do yourself a favor and pick up Alison's new release The Turn - the depth of songwriting is as strong as ever and her trademark chocolate voice still oozes through! Especially on the song "One More Time" - man, that now goes on my Alison Moyet hit list!
And you hear that - and other tracks from the disc - at this site:
And, to hold you over - here is dear Miss Alison Moyet - performing One More Time live on British TV!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
One look that I've always loved was skinny jeans; however I always assumed that skinny jeans were for skinny people; then John discovered that 'slim fit' jeans actually do come in my size!!
Yesterday he gave me my first pair, which he had ordered from - of all places - Old Navy!
I slipped them on and I was reborn! I really enjoyed the unusual feeling of having fabric cling my skin and I had to quickly adapt to the sensation of no longer feeling air circulate around my legs as I walked around.
Don't get me wrong, I totally love them - however, yesterday was a comedy of errors learning to adapt to the world of Skinny Jeans - so much so, that I felt it warranted a post.
It began with the quick understanding that bending over was a skill that I had to relearn, now that I was in Skinny Jeans Land. Between a combination of the cling of fabric as well as the low fit around the waist, it took me some time to figure out how to work these newfangled things!
We stopped for lunch outdoors at Bridget Foy's on South Street - for those who know, they have a great (newly-renovated) space indoors and out - complete with a new menu and it really is a sweet spot for a meal all day (including breakfast!). We choose outside sitting, since it was a beautiful early fall day and that's when the fun began.
Bridget Foy's have these aluminum bar stools for outside - what I didn't realize was that my new jeans had no traction - as soon as I sat down I began to slowly slide off my seat! I felt like a little kid trying desperately to sit at the big people's table - with little success! Finally, I hooked my feet underneath the foot bar to sort of lock myself into position. God help me if there was a fire - I would have either taken the stool with me or just release my feet and slowly slide down to the floor and drop and roll!
But now that I was secure - and that problem was solved I realized that I had developed a breeze in the back. With my low-fitting jeans, lets just say there was a full-moon on the horizon! So I proceeded to pull my T-shirt down and then lean back to sit on the fabric, keeping THAT in place.
So here I am; sitting back in order to hold in my shirt down and legs locked in place to hold in my slippage!
I made it through without drama - but later in the afternoon I learned another rule of skinny jeans; don't even think of kneeling! While digging through a room full of used vinyl at Repo Records, I realized that I was simply unable to kneel down and flip through crates; so I rigged up this ingenious method of bringing the vinyl to my eye level - classy!
Last night John and I joined friends for a trip to NJ to get some food and then see a flick at the Ritz in Cherry Hill (we saw Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist - a fine, cute escape flick) ... but en route I realized I had to learn another simple task; climbing into SUV-type cars. The first time was a challenge - the second time I simply crawled into the back seat, like the skinny-jean wearing invalid that I had become.
Sure, perhaps I have a new understanding to the phrase 'a slave to fashion', but let me tell you...
I LOVE MY SKINNY JEANS!!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tony was the frontman for Spandau Ballet; one of my favorite bands from the 1980s - - now this could be a fun night or a bust; but we're exploring it and I'll get back with more as we hear... but for now, consider how cool it would be to hear that booming baritone belting out these fun classics!
Yes ... and even this gem:
WIRE played at Johnny Brenda's last night - and man were they tight! If you've never heard WIRE, do yourself a favour and check out their stuff -- personally, i recommend their debut 1977 release Pink Flag; upon its release Trouser Press called it "a brilliant 21-song suite" in which the band "manipulated classic rock song structure by condensing them into brief, intense explosions of attitude and energy, coming up with a collection of unforgettable tunes". Although the album was released to critical acclaim, it was not a big seller. However in 2003, the album was ranked number 410 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.
The other WIRE disc I'd get is their brand-new release Object 47. Named for it being the 47th object in their discography, it is nonetheless only their 11th studio album. It is the 2nd product of an arc of work began in 2006 which has so far thrown up the rather well received EP "Read And Burn 03" and stands as a confident statement of where WIRE are in 2008. As ever looking forward! While retaining WIRE's idiosyncratic mix of an avant-garde mindset with classic pop timing this album boasts "tunes with zoom" a unique formula that somehow manages to sound wholly WIRE (in a classic sense) and wholly contemporary.
Last night WIRE played tracks from both the new disc and their historic catalog - and, after taking THREE ENCORES, they finally left the stage; just as sweaty and refreshed as the sold-out house!
It was great to see them live - I sure hope the new CD and their tour goes well - and you can bet Object 47 is on my Top CDs of 2008!
Thursday, October 09, 2008
For those unaware, The Residents are a music and visual arts collective who have created over forty albums, numerous musical short films, several CD-ROM and DVD projects and undertaken six major world tours. Originally formed by Jay Clem, Homer Flynn, Hardy Fox and John Kennedy, the band successfully maintained member anonymity for years.
The Residents entered the world of electronic synthesis in the 1970s during a time of legendary exploration and growth. When pioneers like Robert Moog and Don Buchla were creating analog synthesizers that were finally affordable for the masses, The Residents eagerly became one of the earliest groups to embrace the new technology.
In 1969 the group began to make the first of their unreleased tapes. Their first single (Santa Dog) came out in 1972 - a decade later Clem and Kennedy left the band, and though Flynn and Fox have kept the band active since that time, purists consider post-1982 material to be substandard.
I disagree :)
Last night The Residents brought their multi-media stage show to Philadelphia for a final test run before tonight's official opening of THE BUNNY BOY World Tour (3 nights in NYC then around the world they go!).
With THE BUNNY BOY, The Residents have created another off beat pop gem. Although I can describe the show and still not give away anything - the fact is, The Residents are truly indescribable. Part madness, part creative genius and toss in the anonymous six-foot men in bunny ears and black body masks - as well as the creepiest crazy-old-man-stalker in a bunny suit and you have The Residents live and in color.
The audience was just as unique as the performers; a mix of music aficionados out for the unique experience and computer geeks simply out for a change of pace; half the fun was scanning the crowd from the my balcony perch to see the faces of those below; rapt in wonder over the antics on the stage.
The Residents have a complete internet series based on this performance - you should check it out if you have time to process what the hell you're watching!
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
There will be a memorial service in Maine at a later date, probably November, with interment in PA next spring or summer.
Last year I flew up to Maine to help celebrate her 100th birthday - it was a wonderful experience and one that will stay with me forever - in celebration of Nana, I want to re-post an entry I made last year, on the eve of flying up for that monumental event...
I love you Nana.
Tonight I am on WXPN until 11pm and then a quick dash home to regroup, grab a short nap, and head off to the airport for a 6am flight to Bar Harbor, Maine (via Boston). I'm heading up there to see the Drakes, but mostly to join in celebrating my Nana's 100th birthday on Sunday!
Ethel Drake has always been a powerful rock for the Drake family ... born in 1907 in Philadelphia, she met her husband-to-be while training to become a nurse; he was a young doctor and together they married and had two boys, in 1936 (Uncle Jack) and 1939 (my dad, Robert Sr.) ... my grandfather went off to Europe to serve as a a doctor in WWII and Nana and her boys managed to live on their own, like thousands of other mothers during those years.
Upon his return, they bought a home and he began a private practice. Sadly my grandfather passed away in the 1950s and Nana was left to raise her boys alone - something she had practice with, thanks to the War.
I was born in 1963 and lived in Nana's house with my mom and dad until first grade, when my parents split and I moved with mom to NE Philly. With me and my parents out of the house - Nana decided to sell both her home as well as her summer cottage in Somers Point NJ and join her other son Jack in Maine ... he had moved up there in the mid-60s.
She's been there ever since and began another chapter as great-grandmother as Jack's kids had kids and - for the most part - all decided to claim Maine as their home, albeit different towns. Jack and Nana remained in Bar Harbor - that is until Jack's kids all left the big house and he, just like Nana, decided to sell and build a smaller space for his wife and himself to retire to ... a great spot, still on Mt. Desert Island, but away from the 'hustle' of Bar Harbor's tourism trade.
So - Nana.
Nana has been a widow for over 50 years. Let that sit for a minute.
She has learned how to be the strong, independent element in our family - which shined brightly during moments of family strife, such as the divorce of both of her sons to their first wives. Jack remarried - my dad never did. He too was an independent spirit and between them both, I believe that is where I got much of the personality I have today. Very independent and very much a solo traveler through life.
When Nana was in her 80s she was in charge of feeding the elderly throughout the Downeast region of Maine - she ran the Meals On Wheels program for the shut-ins and it was always amusing to listen to her vent about these 'old folks' when in fact many were younger than she. She lived in her own apartment until last year, when faced with the reality that it was becoming too much of a challenge, she agreed to move into a nursing home that overlooks the bay.
She has faced some major obsticles; buring both her husband and her youngest son (my dad) being the hardest I'm sure. Over the past decade, Nana took a fall and broke her hip at 90, but came through and healed (almost unheard of at that age!). She faced major internal bleeding and was near death twice - but pulled through each time. Her wit is strong and her memory, although fading, is still there. She no longer gets around without a wheelchair, but she is surrounded by the love of the Drake clan, as well as a ton of island friends.
I know she is looking forward to seeing me - probably more than I am to see her, since I know that this might be the last time I see her. She was truly my rock in my childhood - when everything else in my young life was falling apart, Nana was there. She kept me strong and showed me how to grow. She taught me values that I carry to this day. She is an amazing person and I owe much of who I have become to my Nana, Ethel Drake.
So, Happy 100th Birthday Nana!! You are an incredible spirit and I am humbled to carry the family name along for my ride here...
Regardless - good ol' John said it:
and bless the internet - there's already a website toting That One t-shirts etc!!
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
The last time I wrote something like this was exactly four years ago - but I decided to write this again.
I rarely impose politics on people; it's a personal decision and that is that - and that belief goes all the way towards politicians and how they impose their personal beliefs on citizens as blanket laws, 'for the good of the country'.
Government should govern. Government should NOT become tangled in personal decisions; be they matters of the heart or matters of life and death.
I'm for government that works to support its citizens grow and prosper, especially those that aren't at the top of the food chain. I'm for a government that understands the value of science and research; from the minutia of stem-cell to the expansive reaches of outer space.
I'm not for a government that feels the need to steer the country back to the 'good old days' when minorities, be they ethnic or sexual orientation, knew their place and simply accepted it. I'm not for a government that governs by the rule of a God and believes that the 'good book' is more powerful than the United States Constitution.
Four years ago I wrote to my 'friends list' on My Space and told them that it was important that those within my network support me; both as a human being and equal citizen of this great country. By voting for four more years of George W. Bush, they were helping to take this country down the wrong road; not only in battle but in cultural wars and extremism beliefs. They were moving this country a step closer to outlawing millions of citizens some of their basic rights and securities; me being one of those millions.
The 2004 Republican ticket was not supportive of the LGBT community in any way. It begrudgingly agreed to accept us, as long as we stopped whining for more. It was not a step forward for acceptance and understanding - something that has historically made this melting pot society of America but sadly has fallen to the wayside over the past decade.
Sadly, Bush won again and we see where we are today.
There is no sincere, clear-headed way someone can convince me that John McCain is nothing more than more of the same - but this time with a extreme religious twist, thanks to his party's choice of Palin as their Vice-President.
The Republican Party leading this country would not be good for America.
So - before we get into the final heat of the presidential battle - if you're planning to vote Republican, do me a favor - delete me from your 'friends' list because, quite frankly, a vote for McCain is a vote against me.
Yes, it really is that personal for me.
Monday, October 06, 2008
did you stick around for the first sketch after the opening monolouge?
John and I were truly in TEARS over just how f'n hysterical it was... and here it is: