Julie Atlas Muz & Tony Torn in Ubu Sings Ubu – Photographer: Max Basch
Greetings! It’s very cold. -12C to be precise. And snowing.
Ahem. In case you’re interested, here are some highlights from my bizarre, beautiful, and bloody cold few days in NYC.
One of the first shows I plumped for was the premiere of a new musical called Sorry Robot by American performer and musician Mike Iveson. It’s the classic humans-making-robots-more-human-whilst-surprisingly-becoming-robots-themselves storyline. The songs are hilarious – mostly sung by robots, they try to articulate their newfound feelings by using human expressions and similes – badly. As the show goes on the humans succumb to the earnest avant-pop music and find themselves compelled to join in. Iveson’s lyric writing is sharp throughout and some of the “emotional simulation” scenes are genuinely hilarious.
Next up was Ancient Lives by an avant-garde company called Half-Straddle. In this piece, some disaffected high-school students follow their teacher into the woods, supposedly for elocution lessons. In the woods they meet a disaffected and strange teenager who runs his own TV station out of a tree. Falling somewhere between The Crucible (indeed, large sections of it are quoted throughout) and Twin Peaks, this show has teenage-style arch attitude by the bucketful, a keen sense of the absurd, and a badger playing the drums. Imagine Forced Entertainment trying to adapt the Brothers Grimm, and you’ll sort of get the idea.
Then came the icing on the cake: a production of Alfred Jarry’s infamous surrealist play Ubu Roi interspersed with live music – songs from the band who took their name from the play, Pere Ubu.
Ubu Sings Ubu stars NYC performance artists Tony Torn and Julien Atlas Muz in the lead roles, who swear, fart and sing through Jarry’s incredibly bizarre play. Oh, and the band play very loud grunge songs. Torn is equally goofy and malicious throughout: part Richard III, part Homer Simpson. The show is a riot of loud guitars, sausage dildos and red body paint. I loved it.
Somewhere in between all this I managed to eat my bodyweight in 99c pizza slices, develop a taste for bourbon, and accidentally end up in a production meeting for a Rastafarian puppet show.
