I've been to LA twice in the last ten years. One time was to visit my in-laws in Long Beach, so that doesn't count. The other time was my first meeting with Feral House, the company publishing my book, back in 2004. The editor took me out to dinner. This was my first day back in the US after six months in London, and I was jet-lagged and grumpy. I picked at my salmon-and-avocado pizza at some trendy restaurant while the people with whom I ate—an author, a publisher, a designer, a comedian/CBS sitcom regular, and a few others—dropped the names of famous people and talked about parties they went to. To me, this was LA in its entirety: beautiful people talking about beautiful people while looking around to see if any of the beautiful people in the restaurant are looking at them.
But it turns out there's some hope for LA after all. Because this weekend, LA plays host to Bathroom Follies, a dance work that sounds to me like PoopReport.com set to music.
In fact, it just might be PoopReport On Stage. The choreographer, Jamie Benson, has been in touch with me; I sent him two PoopReport t-shirts that he promises he and the costume designer, Andrae Gonzalo, will wear at the premiere.
Here's how Bathroom Follies is described on the theater's website: "An examination of artifice and its function in the American psyche through the combined vernacular of dance and fashion. The hidden truths of the human experience lie behind 'closed stalls.' They are the 'garments' we are left wearing, after being fully exposed. Only when we bother to start looking, do we truly begin to see."
Yes, that description is a bit opaque. But bear with me -- contrast that with this line from William Plank's essay The Psycho-Social Bases of Scatological Humor: the Unmasking of the Self: "Scatological humor removes the props by which the self attempts to create and control its image: clothing, privacy, secrecy, composition of the face, and self-control."
I'll translate further. To paraphrase myself from that book of mine that I can't seem to shut up about: what we hide in the bathroom is the one thing that makes us just like everyone else.
And therein lies the power of PoopReport: we embrace the one thing we all have in common.
Now imagine that in dance form.
For the first time in my life, heaven help me, I wish I lived in LA.