Saturday, August 26, 2006

Hedwig Revisited

I saw it again last night...

Hedwig

...and it was just as fucking fabulous the second time around.

7 comments:

Bodhi said...

Thanks a lot for inviting me along to join you boys for Hedwig and the Angry Inch in Newtown last night. The show was amazing, and iOTA as Hedwig was nothing less than absolutely brilliant! He was a veritable entire store of gummibarchen and confectionary delight. In fact, I am more than happy to state that from this milkless tit he sucked the very business that we call show...

Oh, and for the record my, ummmmm, 'after-party' entertainment was very enjoyable as well. I got to bed at 2am. Nuff said? ;-)

The Other Andrew said...

I know, I heard you come home Mr McBangsalot... and yes, I mean both meanings of that.

Bodhi said...

::rolls eyes::

Michael Guy said...

TOA...was Bodhi reinterpreting the 'angry inch' with a few more inches?

The Other Andrew said...

Hah! Well, you'd be angry too if you had an inch, right?

Give them an inch, and they take a mile?

Q - 60's girl said...

"Mr McBangsalot" good grief :) it gives me the image of a veritable sex manic, giving more than an inch, taking a mile and wearing a scary hairdo like when girls use to wear their hair in bangs (remember those big wings on the sides of their heads?! lol)::shudder::

Nice to hear you "came" home though...hehe

Bodhi said...

Oh you people make it sound so cheap (::shuffles feet and looks briefly up at ceiling::). It was a beautiful thing, m'kay. I was obviously seeking my other half, nothing less than the origin of love:

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love...