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Tuesday, February 9   >>


It's times like these you learn to live again.


So I'm meeting this week with a guy who I contacted on Craigslist nearly a month ago about a one-man show in development near west LA. They need a resident pianist/arranger to help produce music for this one-man show about a gay black guy and growing up all things gay and black. Talking to said gay black guy is interesting because he made it very clear that it's a show meant to be funny, meant to reinforce stereotypes but, at the same time, destroy them.

Let's call him The AD, because those are his initials. The AD has a very low voice and a very serious way of speaking.
THE AD: Your samples had everything I wanted, except for one thing.

HUGO: What's that.

THE AD: Broadway.

HUGO: Oh, I can do Broadway. Musicals in general. I've just never done accompaniment for a stage show because they don't really pay well.

THE AD: Mmhm. Mmhm. I ...understand. Yes. Well, I'm going to need you to do that. It's very farcical, you understand? I'm perpetuating everything I stand against solely to make a point through comedy. Tragic comedy.

HUGO: I'm feeling you, and that's cool. Would you like me to prepare anything right now before the writing meetings?

THE AD: Sure. Surprise me.
So we hung up. I like this guy already. He's focused, ambitious, and he knows what he wants. I had a lot of work if I wanted to surprise him, I thought.

And I thought about it. And I thought about it more. And more. And more. And I thought I was truly fucked. So I called him three days later with something that instantly popped in.
HUGO: Hey, man. I have an idea. It's just an idea.

THE AD: Okay, let's hear it.

HUGO: Now, don't get me wrong, I know tons of gay people, and I know this is right up their alley as far as satire goes, but I don't want you to get the impression that this is bred from frater--

THE AD: Son, let's just hear it.

HUGO: Romance novels. "If Fabio...

THE AD: ...mmhm.

HUGO: ...Were Black."
And I heard the loudest, most blackest laugh I've ever heard. It's not funny here because, let's face it, this blog is never really funny in the first place, but OHMAHGAWD I'MSOGLADIDIDN'TOFFENDTHISGUY.

I relate to gay people a lot because I know what it feels like to be ostracized and singled out for being a weird fucking dude, so I know we'll have tons to work and relate with.

Except sucking dick. You can't win 'em all.