Riddle Me this and Riddle me That?!

It was a pleasantly warm, dry southern California evening when I slipped into the City Wok for healthy Chinese cuisine (only in southern California right?!). The eatery was buzzing with activity. I spied actor/comedian Frank Gorshen across the room. I’d seen celebrities before but Frank was a legend in my book. He’d had a career spanning several decades as a comedian, often appearing on the Ed Sullivan show and he’d left an indeliable impression on my brain after all those evenings as a kid curled up in front of the set watching Adam West as Batman with Frank as The Riddler. He was the definitive Riddler, a character that Jim Carrey undoubtably borrowed from in his portrayal of the Riddler years later.

As I finished my meal and stepped out into the parking lot Frank was standing on the curb lighting a cigarette. It was just he and I and the stars on a clear night. Not wanting to disturb him I simply stopped and expressed how much I appreciated what he’d brought to the screen in his work. In legendary form he took a puff on his cigarette leaned over and said thanks kid, thanks a lot in a gritty character voice unmistakenly Frank, like a wine with a long east coast finish. A week and a half later he was dead. He seemed so vibrant, but looking back I think he knew he was on his way out and was at peace with that fact. As he stood on the curb that night outside the restaurant he was digesting a memory. I unwittingly provided the icing...

Thinking back on that evening I’m not sure why it made such an impression on me but it did and is in fact a moment in time burned into my brain. I guess cause life is like that, here today and gone tomorrow. Take it all in like a big full course dinner only not so much as to make you sick but just enough to be satisfied. Enjoy every minute, the ups and the downs. It’s always been about the journey. I know that much. For some it’s world travel and sumptuous cuisine and for others the comfort of their favorite chair and a good book. For still others there’s that space somewhere in between.

Life is an amalgam of rhythm and art. There’s art in the stars and the cracks in the sidewalk behind a lost diner. There’s art in everything. There’s rhythm in everything too from the sound of a voice to the wind to the movement of the waves on a beach. It’s all about patterns and numbers. The patterns of our life and discovery of what was and is now present.

Sure there is a dark side to life but that has a pattern as well and an erie art to it but the balance of dark and light in my life keeps the patterns alive as I discover the days unfolding before me... In the days ahead I’m going to strike out on a journey in words that I’m hoping to share on these pages. For those that join me I salute you and welcome your presence for no two eyes see the same thing exactly the same way and that’s what makes life interesting. That’s what makes it a pleasure to wake up in the morning and take in the morning air, well that and a good cup of strong black coffee from a well seasoned Barista...LOL

BLOOD, BODIES and RACISM in the HEART of HOLLYWOOD!

It’s blood, bodies and racism in the heart of Hollywood Tuesday evenings for the month of September, delivered in a sweaty black box theater setting, the way urban theater should be experienced. Family values be damned ta’ hell! The Boondock Sisters is a violent, fast paced stage romp that takes audiences from the green hills of Ireland, where a phone call sets the stage for the blood-letting rampage of two lasses, to the back alleys of Boston’s North End, in a shoot first, ask questions later story that includes hitmen, priests, police the FBI and one scary badass female assasin.

Bodies begin piling up as Niela and Cassidy embark on a quest to rid the city of two legged pests while Italian king pin Joseppi Yakavetta (Papa Joe) battles russian crime lords for turf and Boston’s finest launch an investigation under the tutleage of a smug, affected FBI Investigator.

The girls, both one step ahead of the police and one step ahead of the syndicate, practice their penchant for fightin’ as they paint the city red literally, while reciting ominous latin verbage, unleashing their own brand of justice on the underworld. Unwittingly the king pin calls forth the murderous iL Duce who soon reigns more violence down upon a city already awash in red sauce and lead.

TheTuesday evening cast features Jack Starr as Agent Paul Smecker, Rebecca Crews and Ruth Allyn Anderson as sisters Niela and Cassidy, Devon Coull as the inculpable Rocco and guesting as the Chief, Ian Willoughby as Officer Greenly, Russian Mobster Checkov, the Priest and Italian mobster Geno, a man of many faces, Natalie Nastulczykova as Officer Dollapoppaskalious aka Dolly, The Dutchess (iL Duce) and Doc, Tim Stafford as Officer Duffy and mobsters Vincenzo and Hojo and Greg Philippi as Joseppi Yakavetta (Papa Joe) and Da’.

Together the cast deliver this one act black comedy to the steps of the confessional with vigor and a dash of brain splatter, culminating at the moment of iL Duce’s dance of death bringing another lawless legend to justice. The Boondock Sisters; Irish angels or societal menace? Perhaps the reality is something in between. Either way, if you’re headin’ for Boston, better strap on your kevlar vest.

The Boondock Sisters stage play is influenced by and adapted from The Boondock Saints by the show’s Director Jesse Kennedy and will be running Tuesday nights in September at 8pm at the Tre Stage 1523 N. LaBrea Ave, Hollywood 90028. Tickets are $20 at the door with discounts available. Entertainment industry professionals with business card admitted FREE. Refreshments served (maybe). For more information contact the Tre Stage theater 323-850-7827.