The funniest thing about these already-funny pictures is that I can’t quite remember what the joke was.
I know it had to do with me singing “Anything Goes” and doing inappropriately-placed and badly-executed tap solos, as my boyfriend went off into gales of laughter. He would make me do it. Any time, anywhere. He never got sick of it. But I can’t remember where the joke came from, or what exactly it entailed.
These photos were taken with the self-timer on my camera, and I remember it was a freezing cold day, and he was driving me to some huge audition in Boston, I think – some regional theatre cattle-call. And instead of getting into serious audition mode, instead of being all business … we spent some time in the parking lot taking pictures of me doing terrible tap solos in basically mid-sentence in my version of “Anything Goes”. I think we might have been imagining how funny it would be if I had gone up onto the stage for my audition and instead of launching into my Medea monologue, or singing “Skylark” as planned – I started to do THIS. A capella. No warning.
So inappropriate!
What I love about these, so many years, later, is how hard he is obviously laughing.
I also love how in one of the photos you can tell that neither of my feet are touching the ground. I am truly airborne in my absurdity.
also…Colorman and Colorgirl???
Mitchell – hahahahaha
“What does Color Man do?”
“Color Man weaves scarves of gold!”
What???
Color Man is an asshole!…in the best possible way!
Color Man was totally an asshole!
Dude, stop weaving scarves of gold and join the party.
oh shit..i just spit coffee on my keyboard!
HAHAHAHAHA
Okay, it’s getting even funnier for me in my own head.
Said in a weary upset kind of harassed tone, “You know what, Color Man? I have HAD IT with your freakin’ scarves of gold, okay? Contribute something else for once!”
Crowd rolls eyes in agreement.
“Yeah, really, Color Man. Branch out, please.”
Color Man, with a sad face, yet still undeterred, holds out a scarf of gold to the crowd. It is categorically rejected. He slinks away.
“Hey, there’s one spot left on the Halloween hay ride. Who should we invite?”
“How ’bout Color Man?”
“Nah, that loser’s always just weaving scarves of gold, he’s no fun.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
holy shitballs Color Man! sit the fuck down, put the scarf away and just watch the goddamn movie!!!!
I really like the unselfconsciousness of these.
“aren’t u gonna answer that?’
“hell no…it’s Color Man.”
“what does HE want?”
“he wants me to invest in his start-up scarf weaving co.”
“fuck him”
“I think Color Man has some OCD issues.”
“YOU’RE ALWAYS DEFENDING HIM.”
“Yo, Color Dude, what’s up?”
“Um . . . it’s Man.”
“What?”
“It’s Color Man. Not Color Dude.”
“Whatever. . . Just hand me one of the yellow dishtowels you’re sewing.”
“Its a scarf, a beautiful scarf of gold.”
“Fuck you, Color Dwebe.”
“It’s a scarf, a beautiful scarf of gold.”
HAHAHAHA Shut UP, Color Man! Get a life!
I love it that Color Man HIMSELF has arrived to make a comment!!
And it occurs to me, Tonio, that we are approaching Dumb Donald territory here with Color Man.
I have a life. I make people’s lives richer by weaving beautiful scarfs of gold for them.
You’re a nerd is what you are.
You’re so mean! The poor guy just wants to weave scarfs and make people happy and be left alone. Why does everyone have to pick on him?
You’re right about Dumb Donald.
“Hi guys.”
“Oh shit. It’s Dumb Donald. Hide!”
“Hey, what are you guys doing in the closet. Can I come in there?”
“No Dummy. You’re so Dumb. Leave us alone.”
“Oh, OK guys. I’ll just stand here.”
“Go away Donald!”
“OK.” (He continues to just stand there.)
Why does everyone have to pick on him?
Because all he DOES is weave scarves of gold! Diversify, Color Man, diversify!!!
That Dumb Donald game made me ache. It was fun, but then … it always made me feel so mean.
(He continues to just stand there.) I laughed out loud reading that. Yes! He would just stand there! And why did Dumb Donald always wear that fur hat? Boy was doomed.