Last month’s Gallery Talk at the West End Gallery went so well that I thought I would follow the same format for tomorrow’s 1 PM Gallery Talk at the Principle Gallery. This is what I promised for that talk–
- Margarita Fountain and Omelet Bar.
- Psychic Readings.
- Bagpipers.
- Guest Appearance from Jimmy Osmond.
- The June Taylor Dancers. Or the Golddiggers from the Dean Martin Show. We are still in negotiations with both.
- Rap Battles.
- Ziplines.
- Fireworks Display.
- A Fly-Over by the Thundercats. Couldn’t get the Thunderbirds but I have been assured these guys are nearly as good.
- Acrobats. Kind of a Cirque du Soleil vibe but without all the apparatus. Or movement or music.
Of course, I wasn’t able to deliver on any of these things.
Zoning prohibited both fireworks and ziplines inside the gallery. Even my sparkler was a no-go.
Most of the June Taylor Dancers are deceased or long retired and the Golddiggers just wouldn’t return my calls.
Jimmy Osmond would only appear via Skype from Branson, Missouri and I couldn’t get Skype to work properly. I could have got Wayne Osmond but there wasn’t much enthusiasm for that..
The bagpiper had bronchitis which created another problem as he was the caterer/bartender.
I did try a thing where I rapped while doing psychic readings but that didn’t seem to get much traction with the folks there. They looked very confused. The idea of their grandmother rapping at them from the great beyond was just a step too far for them, I guess.
Turns out that the Thundercats are just cartoon characters. Who knew?
And the only acrobatics that day were verbal although I did walk a bit to my left at one point.
Okay, maybe my imagination is running wild. Or there’s a gas leak here in the studio.
Actually, like the West End talk, the talk tomorrow will just be a middle-aged guy talking about art and telling some stories and sharing some laughs. But there is a free drawing for one (or more) of my paintings. And there are, of course, more prizes and some light refreshments. And lively conversation which makes for a good time.
And here’s the same promise: It won’t be the worst hour you ever spent.
I think I held up my end on that one. Hope you can make it tomorrow.
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