db pedersen

Like Gerald Mc Boing-Boing in a sagging skin-suit
What with the world in such s**t shape
After skulking amongst the headstones, monoliths, maudlin meadows of sheep-s**t, Shinola, and chagrin; Imma take a big leap and perform at San Diego International Fringe Fest in May.
I wrote a script in 2017, tried and balked (too anxious) at entering a musical-monologue for Hollywood Fringe, but if I don’t get around to it, I’ll become a carbuncled barnacle Quasimodo savant in my next life and next…
Ernie and Marlene hosted me on a whirlwind ride through the Hollywood Fringe Fest in 2017 (their usual pace), and nudged that I would be a perfect in the melee of performance-art, and hell; I’ve got a thousand stories and the voices to accompany them.
I wrote “Can’t get there from here,” at least the basic premise, in short order but succumbed to semiotics and must’ve convinced myself that “Can’t” means “shouldn’t” and why not go back to the expertise of thumb twiddling that’s never paid the piper.
I’m not unhappy feeding people. It’s a lovely avocation in my life and I’ll do it for all the days.
The people that literally beat it into me that my voice must be shared simultaneously punched me in the throat and humiliated me to my marrow.

An astrologist once opined: “that tracks.”

I’m going to San Diego for Jasper’s thesis defense in March and Ernie says: “You know, they have Fringe there in March.”
So I applied myself
…and I’m in.

Details will be blubbering all over the socials.
I’ll have to do a few run throughs and we’re planning something at the blueberry venue, locally.