So, “for the fun of saying words,” my son Jonathan told me a bit about his “past session of craziness,” his frustration with his own emotional detachment, and wanting to vomit away the nonsense.
But, as you’ll hear, even when Jonathan is crazy and curled up in a ball on the floor, he’s still happy – because he’s allowed to curl up in a ball on the floor. (Speaking from my own experience I can say that yes, it really is that simple.)
He also talks about what he’s learned from his cats, about developing an appreciation for everything, about his fiancé’s skepticism of curling up in a ball (and why he’s grateful for that too), and his new motto (“take your time as it comes”) which he likes for lots of reasons but especially because it doesn’t exactly make sense.
We unveil our new theories about the value of talking (or lack thereof). Jonathan’s is that he agrees with everything that anyone has ever TRIED to say, it’s just that nobody ever succeeds at saying what they’re trying to say. Mine is loosely connected to that picture going around of Rick Santorum composed of thousands of tiny pictures of gay porn.
We swoon over Brian Andreas’s art for a while, then get to wondering: What makes us want to curl up in a ball? In response, Jonathan muses about people exposing their sensitive regions (unlike most animals), suggests that perhaps we slouch in order to hide, and reports some curiosity about the difference between putting palms up or down in meditation.
To top it all off, The Twenty-One Balloons by The World is Not Flat brings us another musical exploration of what it’s like to be a human being.
A pretty fun-filled and exciting bunch of things for a show about curling up in a ball, doncha think?
Whatever whatever. Amen.