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Final Sunday Show At The Slipper Room: Videos and Thanks

For the Sunday Show’s temporary finale last night at The Slipper Room (the venue closes for renovations June 12th) host Kiki Valentine does not survive a routine surgery and instead ends up in purgatory with Satan (Joe Pepitone).  It was a great show.

The dedication of the performers since the beginning is reflected in the immense amount of support and love we receive from each and every one of you.  For example, here is Michelle St. Darling in the first half of the Finale show performing beautifully to “Flight of the Bumblebee” despite receiving a terrible concussion only two days earlier.  This is the type of allegiance that is appreciated beyond words.  Again, thank you.

This will be the third venue change for The Sunday Show until The Slipper Room returns in its charming and newly minted form.  Since our humble beginnings,  glittering in the darkest basements of the Lower East Side and upwards to the legendary stage of The Slipper Room,  unexpected change has allowed us opportunities to develop on an underground level into a completely unique live, interactive and uncensored show.  We keep the concept fresh: each monthly show –  thematically, cast-wise and elementally –  is completely unique and never repeated.  And we appreciate the support of those who have seen only one show, as well as those who have devoutly followed our collaborations.  We are delighted to reveal that the next show – date TBA – will contain even more of the allure, camaraderie, humor, talent, variety and surprises one might expect from The Sunday Show.  However in a new, larger space (and especially one with higher ceilings) we will be able to develop even more conceptually rich, collaborative pieces to keep you on the edge of your seat without breaking the bank.

If you’re interested in being notified of the next show, or in receiving a copy of the last show on DVD,  please contact sundayshownyc at gmail dot com.

Back to last night: In the second half of the show Juliet Jeske –  breaking out of her character, Princess Sunshine, for the first time on stage – sings a heartfelt surprise song to Kiki which moved many in attendance to tears.  Later in the clip, we see the entire May cast as they join Juliet in singing.  Amidst other surprises, the show in its entirety delivered a fantastic experience for the ensemble and audience members alike.   What we started in 2008 will continue to grow through Summer 2010 – and beyond – as we do our best to support uncensored expression of, sustainability for and the continuation of these unique collaborations between extraordinary performance artists living in and visiting New York City.

We’re taking the opportunity to relocate as a chance to make an even bigger and more spectacular show.  We hope you will join us for the next incarnation of Sunday night.

Thank you.

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David Lynch, Opium, the Weather and a Giant Pigeon

I was barley awake when I took a picture the other morning. It really encapsulated the way that I would end up feeling the entire day (like there was a giant, wet pigeon following me). I am not sure why, but I am sure this has something to do with being an artist. Yes, I am both a business professional AND an artist.

giant pigeon invades brooklyn

The surreal image, totally pure and unedited, makes the pigeon appear to be gigantic and standing in the street below my window. It made me think of perspectives and how, like opinions and assholes, everyone has one. I took the picture because I was thinking about how often, as part of my life involves me being a performance artist, I am “pigeonholed”. I was also excited to see the pigeon on my windowsill, yet sad for it being forced to sit in the cold, windy rain and wait out the weather. Clearly I was having a very philosophical morning. And to be completely honest, I didn’t notice that the pigeon looked like some sort of “Japanese movie monster” bird in the street until someone later mentioned so on Facebook, where I post all of my pre-8am “Good Morning, Brooklyn!” photos. The perspective from my window, to some, made that bird seem enormous when all I was admiring was the proximity of the bird on my windowsill.

Thinking about perspectives in turn reminded me of a conversation with a friend the night before the pigeon appeared which revealed that David Lynch delivers the Los Angeles weather every morning from his home. Thrilled by this news, and after some investigation, it seems he has been religiously doing so for a few years now. My natural – and simultaneous – reaction: jealousy that I had not thought of it first paired with inspiration to do something even more simple/bizarre.  After voraciously reviewing every clip I could find of him on the almighty Internet, I began to think of how many times David Lynch has been or is currently completely misunderstood by his peers, audience, lovers, friends, neighbors, mother and mailman. It happens to me, too, because of the Sunday Show. I have been called names not worth repeating by people not worth mentioning who have never even seen my show.  I have been assumed to be “easy” or a conquest because I am putting my gender out in the open, covered in exquisite garments.  I will not judge those people,  lest I lower myself to a less open mentality, but I will admit that that sort of ignorance deeply rattles my soul. It’s a truly strange existence when creating and sharing something so intimate, surreal, fantastic and raw because eventually you are immediately identified with all of the dark and twisted intricacies involved with those pieces or projects. Even if, on most days, you’re just a normal person who just happens to be commandeering a concept that makes people laugh, think, smile and break away from their ordinary lives, even if only for 90 minutes at a time.

For Lynch, it seems like most days he is totally normal. Coffee, cigarettes and as he’s in California, pretty much the same weather report every day. But then he’ll surprise, and some reports reveal a bizarre twist, living up to the reputation with which he has been saddled as the director of some pretty amazing, albeit twisted visions. It just goes to show that you should never solely judge a person by their art, even if you think you can or should because you’re self-justified.  No matter how much you study from afar, will never know firsthand if those occasional fits of the bizarre you see – from me, from David Lynch – are actually the emergence of deep-rooted darkness in the artist or in fact only taking place to keep you entertained and believing that in order to make something so eccentric, so edgy, so provoking, one MUST be somehow off kilter.  Is it a giant pigeon in the street or a bird on a windowsill? I’m not telling if Lynch doesn’t. And this particular pigeon certainly isn’t talking, however he desperately wishes for you to stop trying to put me in his pigeonhole.

David Lynch Daily Weather Report from 2005

David Lynch Daily Weather Report from 2006

David Lynch Daily BIZARRE Weather Report

And just because you probably have never seen this commercial for Opium, it’s a gem. This man is a genius, even though I am sure people fail to understand his mind. Maybe you’re just supposed to enjoy the work, not analyze the person making it. (Yes, I prefer this.)