City Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream…
posted by April 13 at 12:20 PMon
…and it featured a whole bunch of gongs.
Thanks to everybody who came out last night to the Crocodile for the first-ever Stranger Gong Show, which was an effin’ blast. Extra-special thanks tinged with non-denominational worship for every single one of our brave and generous contestants—from the filthy-joke-spewing Easter Bunny to the unjustly gonged chicken-themed performance artist and everyone in-between—without whom the night never could’ve been what it was: a tornado of wonderfully talented freaks.
Among the surprises: the ferocity of the judges (who gonged a good half of the acts), the corresponding ferocity of the audience (who seemed to be taking their cues from Showtime at the Apollo), and the eternal surprise instigated by the question, “Do you have a talent you’d like to share?”
Among the highlights (for me, at least): the insane and largely indescribable Doors-themed performance poem of the grand-prize-winning Lizard Queens, the jaw-dropping riding-a-unicycle-on-a-tightwire-while-making-balloon-animals skills of Alooishus Von Bootcrack, and, my personal favorite, the young Ms. Patricia Douglas, who channeled the spirit of the original Gong Show’s legendary Gene Gene the Dancing Machine by kicking off her shoes and doing a full-on, this-is-how-I-dance-when-I’m-alone-in-my-bedroom blowout to Sheila E’s “The Glamorous Life.”
Ultimate highlight: The aforementioned ferocious passion displayed by both judges and audience, which created a vibe wisely identified by Stranger Gong Show mastermind Caroline Dodge as “totally un-Seattle.” It’s true: the points-for-trying condescension frequently displayed by Seattle audiences was nowhere to be found, or at least it was easily shouted down. And the passion ran in all directions: Yeah, lame acts were promptly gonged, but mind-blowing acts were treated to the type on long, hard, lusty screaming applause typically reserved for stadium rock stars. It was delightful, thanks again to all who came, and I imagine we’ll be doing this again sometime. We’ll keep you posted.
P.S. In case you haven’t already heard, Fnarf wore a suit and put quarters up his nose. It was entrancing.
Photos by Kelly O.