After, Life Photos

To show some of the fun that you’re missing if you don’t come to my show*, we’ve got some photos from After, Life on the Three Legged Race web site.

This one is my favorite:

nerd in yellow tries to talk to the dead.

In it, Domenic (who plays several different roles in the show) is in his nerd character, who is using his mystical apparati (including tinfoil hat and mirrorball with a microphone attached to it) to try to communicate with the spirit world. I think everyone in the cast loves this scene, however, because it gives us the opportunity to bust out the “Trust the Gorton’s fisherman” jingle.

There are only two characters in the show who aren’t dead, and Dom plays both of them. You can tell because the living ones wear color, while the dead ones are in black and white and gray. Just wanted to point that out, because it’s a neat little choice by Doug, the director, and I know it’s the kind of thing I might not notice if I were in the audience.

After, Life runs through May 1, Saturdays at 8 pm at the Apollo Theater Studio. Hope you’ll come and see it, because I’m quite proud of it, and it’s nice to have an audience, particularly for a show that I’m proud of.

*It’s not exactly my show. But I am in it, and the comedy troupe Three Legged Race, of which I am one-third, is producing it, so it’s a lot my show. I didn’t write it and I don’t fully own it, though. Just wanted to clear that up.


Learning to Smoke

In Three Legged Race’s new show, After, Life, my character smokes.

I don’t.

It’s not a natural skill.

Apparently you don’t hold a cigarette like a blowgun. That, I think, is a missed opportunity for the tobacco industry. How much cooler would smoking be if you looked like you were shooting a poison dart. But when I do it, Doug the director makes a sound like a snare drum mating with a bagpipe. Instead, you have to cradle it in a V in your fingers, like a peace symbol at yourself. I’m just saying, the Fonz never had to do that.

Now that I’ve figured that out (mostly), Doug still isn’t satisfied. In my smoking lessons, he’s very insistent: relax your fingers. Now tighten them. I kind of think he’s just doing it to mess with me. We have that kind of relationship.

I won’t be actually smoking in the show; Chicago bans lighting up on stage. Or maybe it’s all public indoor places, I don’t really know, not smoking and therefore not caring much in any direct way. We’ve got a couple of fakes, Camel and Nubby, that I’ll be puffing on at various points in the show.

The show opens March 27. See the 3LR page for full details (and to realize that I’ve mostly lifted this post from there, although I did come up with a new metaphor for the sound that Doug makes when he watches me fake-smoke. Which I think makes the reuse completely acceptable.)