Yesterday, I was lucky enough to take part in a shoot for the 48 Hour Film Project, as part of writer/director Bill Boll’s “Flaming Deconstuctionists” team. The genre was “cop/detective” and the location was the Hi-Pointe Cafe; to be honest, I have no idea what the mandatory line, prop and character may’ve been, though all of that will be revealed later this week. Doug Whyte of KDHX-TV came by, as well, shooting part of the “making-of” documentary that’ll air at Wednesday’s screening at the Pageant.

At the beginning of the session, the upstairs barroom was flooded by bright, summer sunlight, but a major rainstorm rolled into town about three-quarters of the way through. It was a moment to feel at least a touch of sympathy to all the groups doing exterior shots at the same time, even as the Hi-Pointe ceiling began sprouting numerous leaks, including one that was dripping right next to the camera and onto assistant director and co-writer Adam Hackbarth.

Though the case had a number of talented local actors and crew members (Emily Haack of Wicked Pixel underground film fame; Devin Baker, whom I’ve known from many local bands over the past decade; Joe Hanrahan, Jackie Niebylski and Eve Abaray among others), the biggest pleasure was playing opposite Michael Bowdern, who’s currently a cast member in the Magic Smoking Monkey’s “Glen or Glenda.” I’ve been a fan of his for the past few years and getting to share some time with him at the Hi-Pointe’s bar was an unexpected treat.

Oh, yeah, got two lines along the way, as suit-wearing “Agent #2”:

“We couldn’t hear anything.”
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“No, this guy’s dirty.”

Fun day. Curious to see the end result.

For those who enjoy low-brow live theatre – and we know who we are – the Magic Smoking Moneky Theatre’s current production of “Glen or Glenda” is well worth the trip to the Regional Arts Commission’s ground-floor venue. Very amusing turns from a number of performers, though Michael Bowdern’s stint as the Devil might be the funniest five-minutes of comedy you’ll see on a local stage this year. Highly recommended.

I’m covering this event for the P-D, with a story running next Monday. I expected to go for an hour today and wound up staying for three. Plan on going back to Mad Art tonight to see “Amelie” and tomorrow, as well, for the jazz show. Lots of fun stuff to see, plus all the free photobooth pics you’d care to develop. If you find yourself at loose ends tonight or tomorrow, it’d be a good call:
http://www.photobooth.net/convention/index.php

Who are you? Why are you reading this? More importantly: do you own a radio or streaming device on your computer?

If “yes” on the last query, I’ll be filling in for hosts Nico and Gordo on “Coin-Operated Radio,” tonight on KDHX 88.1 fm, from 6-8 p.m. Sitting at the station right now, about to preview tracks. Listen, if convenient. But only if convenient. Don’t go to any trouble.

Wouldn’t be a week without some type of Gaslight Square mention. Intended to post last night, after attending the first of a two-night run of “Back to Gaslight Square,” a tasty musical revue at the quasi-posh Finale nightclub, featuring Jeanne Trevor and Gene Lynn and a fivesome of top STL players. But I was already beaten to the punch on that by the time I got home. This fast-moving web, it moves so fast!

The best moment came while stepping into the hallway, only to spot a comely, monied, young woman in a tight-fitting pink dress, loudly arguing on the phone with (boyfriend? girlfriend?) “Chris,” a real set-to if ever there was one. Cell phone manners be damned, this conversation had to happen then and there, no question. Meanwhile, audible from inside the venue: Jeanne Trevor working her way through the definitive Gaslight track, “Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most.” I would’ve suggested the irony of the moment to the lady in pink, but thought better.

Didn’t sell any books, but had a delightful time.

Last night, The Wire was pleased to welcome State Rep Rachel Storch.

Certainly did mean to mention that yesterday, but someone got carried away with the whole breakfast conceit.

Anyway, the sound’s still available online.

I’ve decided to transfer my phone service and mail delivery down to Hartford Coffee Company, to save time. Hell, in that vein, I should just move in. The only problem would be sleeping arrangements, as I like to zone out into the 9-10 range, while the pint-sized H.C.C. regulars, many under the age of three, love to raise Cain in the same, early hours. The racket of those wee noisemakers!

Actually, there might be a second problem. I just don’t dig traditional breakfasts; the toast and the jam and the what-not. To that end, I’m encouraging the Hartford braintrust to consider entering the world of hyper-post-hipster-irony by stocking breakfast cereals, such as Count Chocula, Froot Loops and Trix. Admittedly, these brands might mean supporting some of the world’s largest multi-national corporations, but I’m willing to sacrific a pinch of liberal cred in exchange for the delicious taste of, well, Boo Berry. Whether the venue is willing to bend on these principles is a matter that’ll be determined soon, with yours truly whining until resolution is attained.

In the meantime, I’d love to know of any sustainable, progressive, fair trade cereals that pack the same wallop as, say, Alpha Bits or Cocoa Puffs. Maybe something made with hemp or recycled rubber shavings? Or produced by indigenous farmers in Belize or Taipei?

Can anyone help me?

Can you help me?

“What bars have you written about recently?”

“Um, Spooty’s.”

“Spooty’s?”

“Yeah, Spooty’s. In Soulard.”

“It’s called Spooty’s?”

“Yeah.”

Mundane and 100% accurate, this exchange.

It’s another week to ponder the memories of Gaslight Square with yours truly. Tonight, on The Wire, Amanda Doyle and I will be joined by Dan Warner of Webster Records, who’ll be discussing his new CD, “In the Afterglow,” a 20-song compilation disc of vintage Gaslight recordings. That’s 7:30 p.m. on KDHX 88.1 fm.

On Wednesday, meanwhile, I’ll be at the Brentwood Public Library at 7 p.m., discussing my Gaslight book with residents of that ‘burb.

Big media is choking American democracy. Our government is complicit in this. The people need to act. More tomorrow.

(Or, as it turns out, “not more tomorrow.” Rather than falling into the same trap I witnessed a couple too many times at the Conference – i.e. liberals bashing one another – I’ll simply “opt out” of the negative vibes. Hope people had a good stay in STL over the weekend!)