Lost Blueprint

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10.13.2006

REDMOON ROCKIN'

The Lost Blueprint Editorial Board introduces guest blogger M. Mark Malarky, who was kind enough to post the following report from somewhere on the West Side.


M. Mark Malarky
Guest Blogger

First of all, I must acknowledge my gratitude for this honor, being the premiere guest reviewer for an internationally recognized publication such as this. I have been an avid reader for over ten years. I do receive the international edition by snail mail at my house in Ouagadougou.

Recently, I was on tour for my nineteenth book, BUSH SUCKS ASS, a hard-hitting, factually strong overview of the current U.S. administration, when I was lucky enough to stop through the Windy City. My entourage and I decided to take in the local color and, boy, did we hit the mother load: Redmoon Theater’s Spectacle ’06: Twilight Orchard in Columbus Park.

It was truly the most astounding bit of whimsy I have seen in recent years, and I do not take whimsy lightly. How shall I describe the fantastical mood? I shall say that I was permitted entrance into Alice’s looking glass that happened to be held by funky Wicker Park folks. That is what I shall say.

Among bonfires and distant organ music, we watched a man chart the stars through a telescope made out of popsicle sticks. We watched a dune buggy with a boom holding a disco ball follow two crotchety men with a portable chessboard scurry around the park while continuing to play. We watched a lady wasp dance with a gentleman beetle in a ballroom built amongst the trees. And, the highlight of the evening was Danielle Paz’s ingenious “Inflatable Flight,” a bright white lady-bird in her own enormous nest. I wish that I had a picture of her Marie Antoinette-like glory. Unfortunately, my personal photographer, Jean Claude Finkelstein, brought his flask to ward against the nip in the air, and this is the only shot not including his fingers or his dreadlocks:




Yes, that is a fish-lady with a bucket under an umbrella. She moved very slow and so I say she did her job as a fish.






And in conclusion, I must give this theatrical bonanza a hardy thumbs up and recommend to you lucky Chicagoanites that you follow Redmoon wherever they should wander. GO NOW!