FIRESIGN THEATRE CONTINUES TO THRIVE

Phil et les hommes

I have discovered, as I’m sure others have, that almost any dissonant sound, even a jackhammer, or that awful truck-in-reverse beeping, can be neutralized by harmonizing with it; one can simply sing away a lot of the discord by making use of the cacophony.

The same purpose, and much more, is served by the illustrious Firesign Theatre, whose show, Forward Into The Past I attended recently at the Barnsdall Gallery Theatre in Hollywood.  Their cerebral/aural creations effectively neutralize the caterwauling and nonsensical noise of current society and, by blending, harmonizing and steering the babble into unimaginable departures from established motifs, they achieve symphonic, yet relentlessly silly, symbiosis.

To quote Shakespeare’s play, Hamlet, “For this relief, much thanks.”

Unlike the majority in attendance I was not familiar with the Firesign oeuvre, but I found that my appreciation of  brilliant wordplay and radio show flights of fancy were preparation enough.  Any “in” jokes I could guess at, and enjoy quite satisfactorily from my position as an “Tirebiter” tyro.

What I enjoyed probably most of all is the youthful spirit of creation that these brilliant writer/comedians exhibit, even though they are all pushing 70.  (Actually, they weren’t pushing it, exactly, they just made it look so good, I wanted to run out and get some for myself.)

By means of just a simple stage, four mics, four performers, some prerecorded music and sound effects, the assembled Firesign devotees were taken on a trip,(somewhat different perhaps than earlier “trips” when the group’s 60’s trajectory began) far above this cruel universe which has rewarded fans with graying ponytails, spreading waistlines and feet requiring sensible shoes.  The laughter, which rolled out as steadily as a roll of court stenographer’s paper, was an acknowledgment of the necromancy of this group’s ability to (at least temporarily) free their fans from the shackles of their culture, using the iconography and vocabulary of that culture, simply by applying a twist, breaking into a slightly offbeat rhythm, or turning the sky inside out with their formidable imaginations.

I’ve become a fan and friend of the ingenious, generous and hilarious Phil Proctor, (seen our short on YouTube?) and it was to see him that I chiefly made it a point to attend Forward Into The Past, but the ensemble, which also includes Peter Bergman, Phil Austin and David Ossman was irresistible; I came away marveling at the way the four could be so individual, so bright-spark creative, yet so aligned and harmonious at the same time.  They have mastered so many vocal styles, and even have their way with Shakespeare in a devastatingly clever “undiscovered comedie”,  but the fact that they have maintained this unique relationship since the days when I was learning how to play tether ball at Wilbur Avenue school is perhaps the most amazing thing of all.

If you don’t know of them, you can remedy that easily by going to www.firesigntheatre.com, or better yet, see them live if they happen to beam themselves down to your town for a live performance.  Late as I am to the party, I plan to become a devoted fan, and be able to quote non-sequiturs from their beloved albums when they come around again.

Long may they bray!

JIM & PHILLIP

Meskimen Classic Movies Clip #1

Tamra and I are big, BIG fans of classic films, and we watch TCM religiously.

Robert Osbourne is a terrific host, and whoever programs the movies is really doing it right; I’ve been introduced to hundreds of films that blew my mind, that I otherwise would have never seen.

I’ve always enjoyed good black and white films and the classic, unambiguous acting style of the actors and actresses that helped immortalize this amazing art form.

It is a great cultural gift to have these glimpses into the distant and recent past, a link to the speech patterns, manners, styles and habits of a few generations back.  Was 1936 a better time to be alive?  Well, it sure had a lot more style.  And people said what they meant, darn it all!

The voices of characters from these old movies, particularly the bit players, echo in my mind.  So it inspired me to get them out of my head, and perhaps into your ears.

Here’s my version, in audio form, of what I call MCM: Meskimen Classic Movies, and your host, Robert Yawnsmore, of a scene from my imagination called “Stoat Flu OUTBREAK!”  (The voices you hear in this clip are all mine and Tamra’s.)

Happy listening, and ask yourself… are you really getting enough Black and White in your film diet?

Stoat Flu Outbreak poster

Published in: on October 13, 2009 at 8:53 am  Comments (6)