Love Is A Lube: therapy cabaret at Heldeke!
The show itself uses therapy as a frame narrative for loosely-connected interludes of songs, burlesque, and unhinged friendship, as our performers share their struggles and bare their…souls.
The show itself uses therapy as a frame narrative for loosely-connected interludes of songs, burlesque, and unhinged friendship, as our performers share their struggles and bare their…souls.
From the red beanie to the plaid shirt to the sneakers, he looks like the casually cool cousin you’d want to hang with at the cookout. His style is relaxed and personal, and he connects easily with the crowd throughout his show.
The entire performance is a winding road, a tour through the “waistland” that begins in nature mockumentary style before turning in parts to semiotics lecture, dance, Duolingo-esque session, bedtime story, personal recollection, and more.
This was no ordinary recital. Candlelight, carefully chosen costumes, and the spoken word of Dante’s immortal poetry turned the performance into a ritual of music, literature, and theater.
This show runs like a collection of vignettes, almost, circling themes of desire, family, identity and suffering; a woman both going through the motions and drowning under the weight of her unspoken screams.
Köster and team have pulled together an incredible staging for the series of scenarios, an imaginative, twisted take on parental abandonment and filial devotion.
The piece begins, rewinds, restarts, stops, and progresses, degrading in the way that a VHS tape would after too many viewings.
Affably accurate-but-imprecise, he served as an enjoyably unreliable tutor, using the lecture as a framework to spin off into a blend of gameshow, prop comedy, and improvisational music.
Every movement, gesture, and flick of the fan enhances the timing of her jokes and her darkly comedic delivery. The humor is unapologetically black, yet she handles serious topics with irony, allowing the audience to confront difficult subjects through laughter without feeling manipulated or uncomfortable.
Ortiz Amezquita enters carrying small travel cases, and begins with a play of light, mirrors, reflection and projection. It is a fitting introduction to the piece, an intricate work of object storytelling, self-portraiture through shadow and sound, thinking back and calling back, falling in and out of history with his story.