The hipsters in Cherrywood could barely read the above sentence.
Full disclosure...I haven't seen the show yet. I can't wait and am extremely excited to have the game changed on me AGAIN. However, I did crash the Cherrywood party this past Friday night because I wanted to see what all the hubbub was about. People (mostly me and Anderson) keep flapping their jaws about this thing and I wanted to get down with the kids.
"How many hipsters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
"Oh, are those the new light bulbs? I liked the old ones better."
I'm through the fucking looking glass here, people.
There are theater parties and we all know what they are like. Standing around, talking about your resume, comparing it to Paul Holmquist's resume, realizing you don't come close to measuring up, getting drunk, turning really passive-agressive and backstabby, and then crying in the cab on the way home. The Cherrywood party is not like that. Not even close.
First of all, I'm not even sure if these people are actors. I mean, I saw a couple I recognized (Rich Cotovsky, Allison Cain, Noah Simon) but the rest were born after Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi rocked my Tempest-playing ass. Let me explain the area where the party was happening to give you a small idea of what was going on...the Angel Island theater is on the 2nd floor of a block of buildings on the corner of Broadway and West Sheridan. If you go through a certain door in the back of the theater, you will end up on the roof, where there is a deck and some chairs and a lovely view of the backs of other buildings. An extremely urban landscape, which these hipsters love. Man, hipsters love weird shit. Like Old Style, skinny jeans, dancepunk music, and ironic sunglasses.
What do you think a rumble between New York hipsters and Chicago hipsters would be like? Would they try to one up each other with not liking things until someone had to admit that they actually kind of enjoyed the work of Zac Efron?
Josh "SHOTS" Vaughn tells Aileen May and Keely Maureen Brennan how cool playing Bags is
There was a lot of talking going on. And a LOT of dancing. According to my sources (thanks Allison Cain!) these hipsters dance. All night long. They seriously won't stop and it gets extremely SEXY on the dance floor. And they all try to jump into each others iPhone pics with their shirts off. You know what kills a dance party cold? Me, with my shirt off, demanding to hear Sniff 'n The Tears "Driver's Seat." I thought they'd ironically like it. What do I know?
Pretty much everyone in Cherrywood
Final thoughts...when I was 20 years old, if I had been involved with a huge show like Cherrywood, I would have been front lines on this party scene. It was ridiculous, outrageous, boring, and fun...just like Cherrywood the show, I imagine. These hipsters are having a great time being sexy and kickass. I'm kind of jealous. But, not jealous enough to relive my 20s. Have fun with all that, you hipsters of Illinois, you princes of Lake Michigan. Good night...and get some damn sleep, you all look EXHAUSTED.
Cherrywood Party:
Over 35: B-
Under 29: A+, and hey you look awesome in that dress, do you want to go listen to this new Wolf Parade album I just picked up? I live like 2 seconds from here. Awesome.
-Eric Roach, Anderson Lawfer
mmmm...delicious stolen beer
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ReplyDeleteB-?! Do you know what I have to put up with from these hipster mashugunahs? Hugs and friendship. Jesus. Where did all the wonderfully cynical bitterness that I'm used to go? Oh yeah, it's getting moldy in my locker at Factory Theater. This review made me laugh good. I give it a A++.
ReplyDeleteRoach, i am 6 years younger than you, not 10. When you were a senior in high school i was totally already old enough for you to statutorily rape me.
ReplyDelete-Aileen