Jazz Pants
We went to the Bothell library last night to see the first summer program for kids. It was called HumanJazz.
This post isn't really about the performer. He starts off by saying that words can't describe what he does. I agree.
Part of his deal is mime. When did watching a mime become a fucking guessing game? Also when did it become OK for parents to sit idly by while their kids disrupt stuff? I'm glad I don't do Kid's magic. Shit. They moved around and the parents were as bad as the kids. One kid (very little) spilled water all over because her parents cut the toddler loose with a metal cup with no lid. So the guy starts off with "You don't need to call out what I'm doing, because every one can see" and these idiot kids immediately start yelling out what animal he is. They got so loud I thought the Librarian (who is just great) was going to have an aneurysm for the noise level. I think librarians have a built in pressure kill switch that causes pain in proportion to the level of noise in the building. I don't know how she held it together. Do you think a deaf librarian wouldn't ever need Advil?
Yes I live in unincorporated Snohomish County...
So then it's improv time with human jazz man and the first word called out is "barf". Ok yes it was an 11 or 12 year old kid, I actually have no beef with the kids, they are kids. His parents were right there and when he said barf they were laughing and clapping. I have to give humanjazzman credit for taking that and running with it after all. His first response was "i feel sorry for the front row" which was just classic and off the cuff.
I figured the next word out there would be "shit" or something more colorful such as "the runs" but no it was "Mr. Smarty Pants". OK so dude takes his pants and pulls them up to his chest. Tammy and I start to laugh and I try to take a photo as he walks around doing this rather pompus voice (thats the smarty part i guess) and it was just so funny. I almost fell off of my chair. Do you know what i mean?
Max got a turn and called out "thunder" the guy did a great weather thing at that point that ranged from wind to thunder to hail. It ended with some RV jokes about how hail always hits the Airstream Sales lot instead of a swimming pool. Not as funny as the previous visual, but funny none the less.
I might not be able to describe what he does with words, but if you get a chance to see human jazz... do so.
This post isn't really about the performer. He starts off by saying that words can't describe what he does. I agree.
Part of his deal is mime. When did watching a mime become a fucking guessing game? Also when did it become OK for parents to sit idly by while their kids disrupt stuff? I'm glad I don't do Kid's magic. Shit. They moved around and the parents were as bad as the kids. One kid (very little) spilled water all over because her parents cut the toddler loose with a metal cup with no lid. So the guy starts off with "You don't need to call out what I'm doing, because every one can see" and these idiot kids immediately start yelling out what animal he is. They got so loud I thought the Librarian (who is just great) was going to have an aneurysm for the noise level. I think librarians have a built in pressure kill switch that causes pain in proportion to the level of noise in the building. I don't know how she held it together. Do you think a deaf librarian wouldn't ever need Advil?
Yes I live in unincorporated Snohomish County...
So then it's improv time with human jazz man and the first word called out is "barf". Ok yes it was an 11 or 12 year old kid, I actually have no beef with the kids, they are kids. His parents were right there and when he said barf they were laughing and clapping. I have to give humanjazzman credit for taking that and running with it after all. His first response was "i feel sorry for the front row" which was just classic and off the cuff.
I figured the next word out there would be "shit" or something more colorful such as "the runs" but no it was "Mr. Smarty Pants". OK so dude takes his pants and pulls them up to his chest. Tammy and I start to laugh and I try to take a photo as he walks around doing this rather pompus voice (thats the smarty part i guess) and it was just so funny. I almost fell off of my chair. Do you know what i mean?
Max got a turn and called out "thunder" the guy did a great weather thing at that point that ranged from wind to thunder to hail. It ended with some RV jokes about how hail always hits the Airstream Sales lot instead of a swimming pool. Not as funny as the previous visual, but funny none the less.
I might not be able to describe what he does with words, but if you get a chance to see human jazz... do so.
posted by J.R. at 11:25 AM
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