UNCABARET UNHINGED

LA CULTURE HOUND

Jon Bernstein

Maybe it was the wolf moon.  Last night’s UnCabaret was off the hook, due in large part to Rebecca Corry.  But we’ll get to her in a minute.  Beth Lapides set the tone for the night with her welcoming warmth.  “I can sing the way a go-go dancer can dance.  I open my eyes wide, that’s a singing technique, right?”  Drew Droege, making the first of what promises to be many appearances at UnCabaret, charmingly told the tale of his memorable encounter with a psychic waitress, who concludes from an astrological app that he will have a truly terrible year.  Miss Coco Peru, looking chic and demure, was in great voice and her rendition of Nobody Does It Better with Mitch Kaplan on piano and vocals, Denise Fraser on drums, was flawless.  But the night belonged to Rebecca Corry, who is fast becoming a master of the medium.  While running out to protect a kitten in the road, she is nearly run over by a pissy Prius driver.  “Get out of the way, there’s a sale on kale!” he snarls, intentionally veering his car toward her at full speed.  She locates his Prius in the Whole Foods parking lot with him still seated inside.  She taps on the window, he turns to look at her with a look of sheer horror, and let’s just say it goes downhill from there.  In her raucous re-telling of the story, it is highly likely – in fact probable – she has left a memory that will last a lifetime.  If there is one truth that becomes self-evident after repeated viewings of UnCabaret, it is that audiences respond to honesty and truth, and the slightest whiff of faux confession or contrived story leaves a crowd cold.  When you are in the spotlight on the UnCabaret stage you better be prepared to go somewhere honest and true or don’t bother showing up.  Beth sums up the UnCabaret philosophy:  “If it’s good, it’s good.  If it’s bad, it’s funny.”