Only a few minor glitches in last nights Laundry Backup performance. One singer accidentally couldn't make it, one had a limp from recent surgery, and the laundromat was a piping 87 degrees. Despite everything, it ended up flowing into place quite well. Instead of doing my dirty laundry, I ended up being backup for the backup and belting instructions on how to do laundry with incessant doo woppage for 43 minutes straight to a couple of other folks doing their laundry. If you have never attempted to sing for long periods of time, I highly recommend it. I think we climbed another layer of consciousness. We banged on washing machine doors, we climbed into dryers, we pounded the floor with high heal shoes, we spun in carts, we twirled in dresses, we sweat the red lipstick from our faces.
Doing laundry will simply never be the same. My dear friend Chelsea took video of the piece, which I plan on putting up by the end of August. Here is a picture that Gabe took. He certainly has some mighty talented eyeholes.