Cromoli Brothers come to Vancouver

Hey Everyone!

This is fantastic if you can come and see it. It’s twenty dollars and it’s down on Granville Island at Performance Works at 9. I know this guy and he puts on an incredible show. Also, I’ll be guest-starring for a short portion of it. Sorry for the short notice and the expensive ticket but if you feel like catching some theater this week, this would be a good place to go.



The Amazing and Impermeable Cromoli Brothers Present:
HELLO VANCOUVER!
Written and performed by
Lucas Myers with Special Guests
A Vaudeville Act for These, Our Modern Times.
Fifteen vignettes including Heaven’s Gate Webcam, Dear Mary I’m in a Gang Now, Cover Song, Nude Beach, Pilot Talk, Olympic A Go Go and more! Songs performed on ukulele, melodica and glockenspiel!

Warning: NUDE SOCK PUPPETS, META-SINCERITY, JESUS.

Winner of the BEST COMEDY award at the New Zealand International Fringe Festival

http://pushfestival.ca/index.php?mpage=shows&spage=main&id=88#show


Tues, Feb 3
9pm
Performance Works
Granville Island



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Plant People

As a race, we developed an allergy to silicon. It became synonymous with cancer. Metal and plastic became anathema to our bodies. It was a race-wide occurrence, the stuff of myth. No one knew how it got started or why such a specific allergy would suddenly occur in the entire human race. We know it started in Helsinki.

Everyday life reverted to pre-bronze age standards. The population of the Earth dropped year after year.

The scientist discovered that mixing plants and human flesh was easier that the old ways of using metal and plastic to shore up infirmities or replace parts. This allergy had the unexpected benefit of spurring biotechnology to heights never dreamed of before.

Our society did not regress into a dark age. It bloomed. Almost literally.

I have had an operation to get my lungs lined with plant areolae. I now breathe in carbon dioxide and exhale oxygen. Myself and millions of other like me are now making the atmosphere of earth breathable again. There are those among us with bark grafted to our skin for hazardous jobs.

It is the touching of metal, glass, or plastic that hurts us. We can use gloves of fabric or handles of wood to protect us. The cities are being rebuilt. Or maybe I should say regrown.

A treehouse is no longer a few pieces of plywood in a backyard apple tree. Now there are treehouse high-rises twenty stories tall. There are slum orchards. There are forest blocks. The streets are paved with dirt again and are now becoming paths and walkways. Horses are on the rise and cars are gone.

We’ve developed enzymes that will break down the garbage of the last few centuries. Soon there will only be the green. Our connection to it is changing our mindsets.

As a race, we are connecting, tendrils of thoughts like ivy wrapping around each other. Ideas scatter like pollen across crowds. We are germinating and procreating and sighing in this new age. The sun no longer burns us.



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