Went and saw Henry Rollins tonight doing his "spoken word show."
It's a different kind of show. He walks up on stage, black short sleeve shirt, black pants, black comfortable shoes and a microphone. Not even a water bottle. Just starts talking, semi-stream of consciousness and doesn't stop until he's finished, two and a half hours later, pausing only to inhale.
It's hard to describe his "shtick," hence the term "spoken word show." What the hell to call it? It's one part rant, one part travelogue, one part stand-up; mostly just like a conversation with him doing all the talking.
Tonight he talked about his days as front man for Black Flag, living in L.A., going to Costco, needing attention, traveling in Asia (Beijing, Pyongyang, Tibet, and Hanoi, this time) and being raised by inattentive parents. He recommends going to Egypt, if possible. The pyramids are bigger than you think, the Sphinx smaller.
Go see him if you get a chance!