Scott, a San Franciscan, is camper than a troop of Brighton boy scouts pitching a row of pink chiffon tents. Although in Scott’s case you’ll find that the chiffon tears you apart like shark’s skin and the guy ropes are razor wire. He too had to deal with the distraction at the bar. A group, who by their own admission were at their first comedy night, obviously thought we’d all paid to listen to them rather than the comedians. Scott poked up with this for about…oh, a minute I reckon and then turned his material on them. What he said could in no way be considered diplomatic or PC but as an exercise in crowd control it was first class. Focusing on their ringleader who, having refused to give his name, he christened Cindy, Scott proceeded to let him know what he would like to do with him. Don’t get me wrong, it was all very complimentary, I guess, but not what your average twenty something male wants to hear from a tall, confident homosexual on Viagra, particular when it’s accompanied by the braying laughter of the rest of the room. Give him his due, the guy took it well…er I mean he accepted what was being said to him with alacrity (didn’t want you to get hold of the wrong end of the stick!) and they even had a chat when the show had finished (although the guy left pretty quickly - strange that?). I can’t imagine Scott Capurro ever being invited to give his views to the General Synod of The Church of England but on this evidence I’d happily listen to his point of view again, although, laughter aside, I’d do it in silence.
From me: oddly, after the show, the boys perched on the bar surrounded me and chatted very flirtily. I accused them of being ginger and they all showed me their pubes to prove they weren’t. Guys are so easy, they just love being complimented. They then asked if I had any coke - HOT - and they offered to take me drinking. In Wivenhoe. On a Thursday, after 11. God knows where we would’ve wound up. I sort of regret not finding out. Were I 10 years younger, I would’ve. Ok, 15. But I needed my bed.
Sad clown. x
so have you seen this oprah episode about jim what’s his name, that ex governor of new jersey that resigned cuz of his gay love tryst? i’m in london watching this, waiting for some fed ex thing to arrrive, and he just described the hot guy he cheated on Dina, his dull wife, with. and i quote:
“He was an israeli sailor.”
uh, who wouldn’t fuck him? he’s totally hot too, they’ve shown his photo a number of times. lucky him, right? thanks oprah for ruining someone else’s life.
anyway, oprah’s asking those questions that stupid people ask:
“If you know you were gay, why get married?” crowd applauds.
then, “If he was mean to your staff, why did you get involved with him?”
cuz he’s hot. cuz jim what’s his name has never had sex with a guy before, and this HOT israeli is persuing him.
oprah’s a dyke, right? and that drip she’s going on with is a homo. this is common knowledge, correct?
oi, they’ve just shown a photo of jim with his ex wife and their child. looks like total constipation. they look like wax. get it oprah?
oprah just said, “you must have high level of arrogance thinking you can pull this off.”
crowd applauds, but only cuz they think it’s evil he cheated. they’re seemingly concerned with the wife. nobody has even discussed the unnecessary shame he felt. oh, he’s just mentioned it, but he still sounds very christian to me. he was leading a double life, which he’s said, but he calls them bad decisions.
why are ‘gay rights’ still being debated. like it’s a question. And i don’t want 10 percent representation, i want equal rights. like, the right for a politician to make a mistake, have an affair, and still keep his office. if the guy he fucked were a woman, he wouldn’t even be on oprah. no one would care, or if they did, they’d hope he’d find jesus, and when he did, which he has, he’d be back in office, or at least, hosting a radio show.
oprah just admitted she has gay friends. what a shock. oprah fills me with fear.
She just asked, “This may sound like a stupid question, but you don’t fulfill a physical need, if you sleep with a woman? You don’t?”
man, has she got issues.
x
Strictly for strong stomachs
By Bruce Dessau, Evening Standard 02.02.07
Taboo-busting: Scott Capurro does not care who he offends
Not for the narrow minded
Critic’s choice: Top five comedy shows
You wait ages for a comedian to discuss having sex with Jesus, then two come along in the same week.
After Richard Herring’s playful mock-blasphemy in Battersea, Scott Capurro’s sacrilege in Soho is much more warped.
His assertion that Christ was surely gay because he wore sandals is one of the more kittenish remarks in a viciously catty set-piece.
The skinny American played a fey make-up artist in Mrs Doubtfire, but there is no cosy campery here.
Capurro is an equal-opportunities taboo-buster, mercilessly attacking everyone from heterosexuals to Jews to the Dutch. Even Prince Philip would squirm at his snide asides about the Chinese.
Dig deeper, however, and the real target is Capurro himself. At 44 - “80 in gay years” - he wonders why he is alive when so many friends are dead.
His tense re-enactment of a phone call to get his latest HIV test results is a powerful peak in a show which, when it connects, is both deliciously funny and disturbingly honest.
This is as confrontational as comedy gets. One routine, replaying the imagined aggressive bedroom behaviour of black men, even had this heard-it-all hack feeling queasy. Strictly for strong stomachs.
Note from me: I’d print the other reviews here, from The Times or The Independent, but all my reviews sounded similar. 3 stars, 3 stars, 3 stars. I’m used to performing in tiny rooms with a half filled house to raves. At the Soho Theatre, I was performing to a larger, mostly sold out room, and nobody walked out. Maybe the critics like me contained. I know they’re threatened by a confident, remotely attractive gay man who has sex and speaks graphically about it. And what kind of rating do i expect, when i say that Jesus is AIDS? I prefer sold out rooms to the alternative, but i suppose i’ve always taken consolation in the fact that, no matter how aggressive audiences have become, at least the press support what I do. I guess I have nothing to bitch about, I’m being reviewed. But why bother, when the show changed dramatically every night? I feel let down by the people I thought were smart. Like my friends, or at least aquaintences, are turning away from my work.
Maybe this is what it feels like to finally become successful. I’ll call Graham and ask him.
xx
Strictly for strong stomachs
By Bruce Dessau, Evening Standard 02.02.07
Taboo-busting: Scott Capurro does not care who he offends
Not for the narrow minded
Critic’s choice: Top five comedy shows
You wait ages for a comedian to discuss having sex with Jesus, then two come along in the same week.
After Richard Herring’s playful mock-blasphemy in Battersea, Scott Capurro’s sacrilege in Soho is much more warped.
His assertion that Christ was surely gay because he wore sandals is one of the more kittenish remarks in a viciously catty set-piece.
The skinny American played a fey make-up artist in Mrs Doubtfire, but there is no cosy campery here.
Capurro is an equal-opportunities taboo-buster, mercilessly attacking everyone from heterosexuals to Jews to the Dutch. Even Prince Philip would squirm at his snide asides about the Chinese.
Dig deeper, however, and the real target is Capurro himself. At 44 - “80 in gay years” - he wonders why he is alive when so many friends are dead.
His tense re-enactment of a phone call to get his latest HIV test results is a powerful peak in a show which, when it connects, is both deliciously funny and disturbingly honest.
This is as confrontational as comedy gets. One routine, replaying the imagined aggressive bedroom behaviour of black men, even had this heard-it-all hack feeling queasy. Strictly for strong stomachs.
Note from me: All my reviews sounded similar. 3 stars, 3 stars, 3 stars. I’m used to performing in tiny rooms with a half filled house to raves. At the Soho, I was performing to a larger sold out room, and nobody walked out. Maybe the critics like me contained. I know they’re threatened by a confident, remotely attractive gay man who has sex and speaks graphically about it. And what kind of rating do i expect, when i say that Jesus is AIDS? I prefer sold out rooms to the alternative, but i suppose i’ve always taken consolation in the fact that, no matter how aggressive audiences have become, at least the press support what I do. I guess I have nothing to bitch about, I’m being reviewed. But why bother, when the show changed dramatically every night? I feel let down by the people I thought were smart. Like my friends, or at least aquaintences, are turning away from my work.
Maybe this is what it feels like to finally become successful. I’ll call Graham and ask him.
xx
