Entertainment comes in many forms and some times it ain't what one might think. I just happened that Liz & Jim at the Tomorrow River Gallery like to put on Kitchen concerts and they are not afraid to take a few chances for the pure fun of it---sure as hell ain't for the big bucks.
So this last week we got a rather hasty announcement that an act by the unusual name of Duckmandu was going to be in town. Well, I have to admit this seemed an obscure bizzar handle, but he was rumored to have been spotted at Burning Man out in the dessert walking around playing his accordion and singing the work of none other than The Dead Kennedys. Oh, he was heavily recommended by Tuna (dude with gas supply).
He was in town ready to knock them dead. We thought, "What the hell. This is America. If a guy can play in the wasteland for the oddball event called Burning Man while the world slides by in confusion, then why not grab a beverage and settle in for some entertainment. "
At first, eyes were lifted as this nerdy looking dude tickled the keys on the classical accordion while singing some punk ditty. He skillfully ran through a dazzling variety of tunes, some almost having the feel of a Bach fugue. We found ourselves lifted and amused, almost lost in a surreal world of incongruities and nonsense, but still fascinated by this minstrel from California. We grinned in bewilderment, realizing here, in this one horse town, was an avant garde performer not totally different than what one might find in some distant very hip city, maybe not even of this age or from our form of sanity.
The finale turned out to include a duzzy with a 2 foot flame shooting from his duck hat while he pounded out one of the Kennedy's big hits. Liz, still not knowing what the hell was going on, briefly saw her gallery in flames and with an expression taken from The Scream threw her arms up in disbelief, Sweet Jesus, what a time. Ya gotta love this place.
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