So, What Was It Like Seeing David Sedaris????????????????????????

                                           Just last evening, my husband, David, along with Baby Gojira, safely packed away in his gold Diane Von Furstenberg reticule, rushed to BAM to hear David Sedaris give a reading.

                                             It was held in the Howard Gilman opera house, where, I believe, we saw "The Hard Nut" last year.  I never expected to be back there so soon, and for something I was not expecting to attend, but the experience, while it did not meet the agenda attached to it, shed some interesting light on David Sedaris.

                                              But, first, that agenda.  Baby Gojira wanted to go along, (and this  is only the third time he has traveled with us; the first time when we moved here, and he stayed in this apartment all by himself, with me tearfully missing him; the second when we visited our good friends Dan and Norma, who were  definitely cheered up by Baby Gojira's presence) because it was his hope that David Sedaris' sister, Amy, would be there, because Baby Gojira wants so much to be on her show.  He would like to be sous chef to her cook.

                                                Alas, if Amy was there, I did not see her.

                                                Nor is David Amy.  Though, in his culottes, his legs were almost as nice as hers, if not quite.  He has a cute cheerful manner, and while the voice is high pitched, it is not as affected, as, say, Truman Capote.  But, then David did not write "In Cold Blood," either.

                                                 The bottom line is, I think he works better on the printed page.  He paints vivid pictures on said pages, allowing the reader to visualize for him or herself as the text moves forward.  Though I have to confess, especially in a story dealing with his father, which was especially moving, David's voice took on a relaxed cadence--or maybe I had just gotten used to it--and, as I closed my eyes, portraits appeared in my head, accompanying his spoken words, in a way I never thought him capable of.

                                                  David kept insisting, in reference to someone wanting him for a film, that he  is not an actor.  That is apparent, but not a mark against him, just another distinction between he and Amy.  Amy is also considerably more visual than David.

                                                     Some of the humor was much too scatological, for my taste.  I don't think I get too much so, on here, because who would be interested in my so-called intestinal problems?  And why the hell should I be in anyone else's?  Meryl Streep does not talk about hers!!!!!!!!  Wise woman, that Meryl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                        I would read David again--in fact, I plan to!!!!--before I would go see him.  I could not get over the unusual demographics of the audience--straight people who I am not sure understood half of what he was saying, a mixture of young and old.  But not the assortment of queens and fag hags I was expecting.

                                                         Once Baby Gojira accepted Amy was not there, he went off to sleep.

                                                            But, Amy, if you read this, Baby Gojira still wants to be on your show, and has a great idea for a crafting project.

                                                             That is, if it can get pass the censors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!