So I hope you’ve been enjoying the Bilge show as much as we’ve been enjoying it, which is an obscene amount. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun working on a project since…ever. Working with Bill is incredible – he is an unstoppable comedy machine! – and the half hour I spent last week making a pennant that says “BOOBIES” was satisfying beyond belief. I can’t wait for the next political protest we attend – while everyone around us carries “SAVE DARFUR” signs, we can bear our “BOOBIES” pennant. Because really, what the world needs is more boobies.
It’s especially gratifying to work in the medium of web video because (segue alert) it feels like a culmination of the work I was doing in the late ‘90s at Pseudo.com, the famous dotcom flameout that’s now the subject of the Sundance-winning documentary We Live in Public. Pseudo’s founder, Josh Harris, was well ahead of his time in envisioning the kind of user-created content that’s come to define and dominate online society today, and the press attention that the film is getting makes me nostalgic for the years we spent in our mouse-riddled offices on Broadway and Houston, whipping up live video shows with interactive chat, while the five percent of Americans who were even online had 26.6K baud modems. By the time Pseudo collapsed under its own weight, the company had hundreds of employees, and had burned through millions of dollars. And now, a decade later, we can produce the same kind of low-quality homegrown entertainment from our living room, for the price of a piece of oak tag, a wooden dowel, and a Sharpie.
But this is all just an excuse to brag that I’ll be performing at a private screening of We Live in Public at the Museum of Modern Art on Sunday night, mere hours after I’m scheduled to read some poetry at the Polestar Poetry Series at Cakeshop (152 Ludlow St. between Stanton and Rivington, 4pm, free). And of course we’ll be putting up a new episode of Bilge this and every Friday morning, until we get tired of having more fun than married people should be allowed to have.
I KNOW, RIGHT?