To recapitulate, Super Robertson wore a purple velour evening gown, and made up words to "Pretty Woman" as the band played said song behind him. I tried not to choke on my Boxcar Burger, caught in the act of trying to eat and laugh at the same time. "Is this how I want to go?" I asked myself. "With gunk lodged in my windpipe at the Super Robertson Supper Show?" No—I put the burger down and chose life.
Behind closed curtains, Super changed into garb more suited to the frontman of 21 Tandem Repeats. The curtains opened again, and the Supper Show carried on with a full hour of 21 TR. King Dinosaur brought a hula hoop for everyone to try. All those middle-aged hips could not make the thing go for long. Fireman told a story about a clash of artistic sensibilities and Robertson spoke about his attempts to contact the Canada Post, um, "employee resources" line. [Never blog about work, especially not someone else's work.] Sim Special came up to sing "Bill Von Bacon Tell" and a wee bit on "Failure." "Bengal Tiger" was threatened, but not played, and "Enter Sandman" was touched upon. The Supper Show has stumbled upon the perfect combination of improv comedy and musical showmanship, and it seems like whatever random night I decide to check it out there's damn fine entertainment to be had.
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