ME, IN FISHWRAP NEAR YOU

posted by James Reel

    This being Thursday, I’m splattered across the arts section of the Tucson Weekly. Elsewhere, too. Loose-canon columnist Tom Danehy recounts being lured to a Fourth Avenue restaurant for lunch with Emil Franzi, Chris Limberis, Renée Downing and me:

When James Reel invited me to lunch, I figured I had to go. Among many other things, James does the morning drive-time gig on KUAT radio, playing classical music and talking in a voice that sounds erudite and pimpish at the same time.

    You can find the whole sorry tale here. I must point out, though, that he misattributes one remark to me that was actually made by either Renée or Limbo. I frankly don’t know the difference between the Allman Brothers Band and B.B. King.
    Meanwhile, back in the arts section, I find myself actually enjoying Live Theatre Workshop’s production of Neil Simon’s Last of the Red Hot Lovers. This will surely demolish whatever little credibility I have as a intellectual. Also, I have good things to say about the new show at Top Hat:

What we've got here is Tom Dulack's Breaking Legs, a very funny playwright-meets-mobster production that opened last weekend at Top Hat Theatre Club. True, the show's success rides on how willing you are to buy into the standard comic mob tropes. But Dulack, director Tony Eckstat and the Top Hat cast manage to fold the Mafia clichés into well-paced entertainment as colorful and garlicky as the antipasto plates Angie keeps hauling in.

    The whole review awaits you here.