Once upon a time, in New York City, there lived a little aspiring composer. He met an incredible performer and a brilliant writer and – together – they created two incredibly bizarre, hilarious, filthy, profane, and ridiculous piece of theatre. The first – “The Only Thing Straight Is My Jacket” – established their dynamic, and netted the performer a Best Actor award at the New York Fringe Festival. The second – “Fitz and Walloughs Get It In The End!” – almost made it to the Fringe Festival, only to be sidelined by the performers completely collapsed lung. The show did go on, a year later, Off-Off-Broadway, at the Ace of Spades, where it ran for a few performances. We made an album of that show, and this is one of the songs I’m most proud of. It likens love to a disgusting infection.
Happy Valentine’s Day!