Here we all are at the conclusion of What's My Line? last week (that's me and Clams surrounded by our panel, Garth Wingfield, Lindsay Robertson and Jonny Porkpie, and our lovely assistant Precious Little, attired as the Hannukah Elf-it was our pre-holiday show!) I think it captures how much fun we were having that night.
It turned out to be the best show we've done; everything clicked and we were running on all cylinders the whole night. The biggest boon to the evening turned out to be having a contestant drop out; we took two contestants out of the audience instead of one, and when Precious handed me the first write-in slip onstage, she just whispered, "this is real." It read: Lydia, prostitute. The second contestant from the audience: Russell, church vocal soloist. Now, the remaining pre-booked contestants were a librarian and a latex fetish wear maker; never in my wildest dreams could I have booked that line-up on purpose! They were all fabulous, and so were our mystery guests, the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players. They were exactly as adorable and sweet as anyone whose seen them live would hope them to be (and if you haven't, they have a holiday show at the Knitting Factory this month, and I cannot recommend them enough). They were genuinely thrilled to support a new independently-produced show in town, and it meant a lot that they felt that way; as long as all of the independent artists continue to support each other in this town, the genuine independent arts and culture scene will survive.