The Year of Living Rudely

Friday, August 05, 2005

Why No DVD? Why?:
The Rude Pundit appreciates all the people who want to film and/or purchase a DVD of The Rude Pundit in The Year of Living Rudely, but there's a couple of reasons why there won't be a DVD right now.

1. The space is simply not conducive to putting two or three cameras in there, even lil' ol' mini-DVs. It's gonna be crowded.

2. There'd be some rights problems with some of the music used in the show; problems that don't exist in using certain songs in a stage show would be big fuckin' headaches for a DVD.

3. Should the show continue to different venues/cities, then puttin' together a DVD would be no big deal. But right now, the Rude Pundit wants only to worry about creating the best live rude show possible.

Oh, and as of this morning, the only tickets remaining are a couple on Sunday, August 21 at 2:15 p.m. and about ten left for Wednesday, August 24 at 5 p.m.

Otherwise, the show is sold out.

And, since wasting money is the American way and we can't get out of the contract, here's the totally useless ad that'll be appearing in the Village Voice:

Monday, August 01, 2005

Regarding Dixon Place and One Or Two Odd Ends:
Dixon Place is on the second floor of a building on Bowery between East Houston and Prince Streets. The block itself ain't pretty, and the space is one of the funkier in the city: seating is on couches, chairs, and old restaurant booths. Besides, it's where Eric Bogosian and the Blue Man Group got started. And, despite the block itself looking like old Lower Manhattan, you go down to Prince and take a right, and you are immediately in the hip-hip-oh-so-fuckin'-hip Nolita area, where you and the German and Japanese tourists can buy one-of-a-kind Pumas for your dainty feet. (And there's lots of great restaurants.)

And here's a point that'll be hammered home time and again: the show will begin promptly at its assigned time. It's a festival, so the next show goes right after. No fuckin' around, no "fashionably late," no "oh-shows-always-start-twenty-minutes-after-they-say-they-will." Nope. On fuckin' time.

As for whether or not there will be future dates after the festival: well, shit, if this sells out (or sells really well), we'll go from there. And then if the Rude Pundit ends up continuing the show, we'll look into a Rude in the USA tour. But let's take the first steps.

Oh, and let's get this over with so there's no bullshit expectations: the Rude Pundit is not Lewis Black nor is he Helen Thomas; he doesn't work for The Daily Show; he doesn't sell real estate; and the blog Sadly, No figured it out a couple of months ago because, well, the show is written by the Rude Pundit. Here is all you need to know: about what he does, who he is, and what he looked like five years ago. Any questions?