Sometimes you’re at such a low point that you think you’ve reached the high point of low points. But the high point of the low point is continually rising and the hand of the person in the hole can never quite reach it. Nevertheless, so what? Who cares about all this horrendous promotional shit? Imagine, for a moment, that you could talk for 58 minutes straight on whatever you liked without knowing whether you’re clever or incredibly moronic, without knowing whether you’re rich or poor, without knowing whether you’re interesting or the most mind-numbing bore, without knowing whether you’re being understood as you speak or whether you’re mumbling incomprehensibly as though you had no teeth and your gums were a graveyard for dead woodworm. Imagine yourselves hanging head down in zero gravity. With no esoteric links, no genealogical shrubbery, no family constellations. What would you say? Come and see this show and you’ll find out. A show that talks about what you’d be saying. And gets it right.
Roger Pelàez has been waiting many years for the moment when the idiots will take over the world, because he’s a major idiot and he’s convinced that, with a little luck, some piece or other of the world will fall to him. He sings, he draws, he studies the Talmud and he’s published comic books where he simplifies things to make life more manageable and digestible for people like him. Who have nothing, who are nothing and who aspire to nothing.
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