I got this email from
Heeb magazine and thought I'd throw it out there for anyone else who might be interested. I went to the first Storytelling at the Star Bar a couple of years ago, and it was pretty interesting.
I'd come up with something myself, but the stories they prefer tend to be funny. About the only Jewish story I have is the one about the evil elementary school music teacher who made a ten-year-old Jewish kid cry because he didn't know the words to "The Twelve Days of Christmas." "You can count, can't you!?"
In any event, they haven't announced a venue yet, but they are looking for a few more storytellers. Here's the gist:
Heeb is planning to bring the show back to Atlanta on Thursday, March 6 and is looking for three more people to tell totally unscripted, short stories on stage. The story has to be a "Jewish one," but it is up to you to interpret what that means. The time limit (enforced by an amateur accordion player) will be seven minutes; and you will not be able to use notes.
Here's the full scoop:Heeb Storytelling has been performed in New York since the summer of 2003, was the lead in Time Out, New York's "New Super Jews" cover story in November of that year and has been performed in virtually every major city (
including Atlanta in 2006) in North America. Grand Central Publishing will be putting out a Heeb Storytelling anthology edited by Heeb Arts Editor Shana Liebman, titled Sex, Drugs & Gefilte Fish in 2009. And now, we're asking you to participate!
Heeb is planning to bring the show back to Atlanta on Thursday, March 6 and is looking for three more people to tell totally unscripted, short stories on stage. The story has to be a "Jewish one," but it is up to you to interpret what that means. The time limit (enforced by an amateur accordion player) will be seven minutes; and you will not be able to use notes.
If you are interested send us an email at info@heebmagazine.com with "Heeb Storytelling: Atlanta" in the subject line. Please give us a very brief sense of who you are and what your story is about in the email. You do not have to be a performer, but you should desperately crave attention.
For the record, I can't be seen in any of those pictures. Unless you have super-duper vision that can clearly make out individual pixels in low-res photos and can pick me out at the back of the bar.
I distinctly remember most of them reading from scripts the last go round. I guess they've fine-tuned it over the last few years with all the events in Manhattan, where most of them live and breathe. And they're serious about the accordion player.
ETA:
It's at the Clermont Lounge. Hells, yeah. I wonder if Blondie will be one of the performers.