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The Vic and Paul Show: The end … or the beginning?

June 28, 2010

The Vic and Paul Show wrapped up yesterday. (If you don’t know what that is — click on the link. It’ll tell you errrthang you gotta know.)

My parents closed out the show last night on the highest note possible. It was a full house, they got a standing ovation, spirits were high, and pizza after the show was plentiful. It was perfect. After three weeks of performing at the Push Lounge, the show culminated in a fusion of happiness, love, creativity and friendship — and, if we’re being honest, no one was really surprised. I mean, we all kind of expected it. Vic and Paul do have that effect on people, after all.

I always knew my parents were incredible people. Okay, actually, let me rephrase that. I always knew my parents were funny, smart, creative, original people — but for a long time I didn’t know that that was unusual. For a long time, I just thought parents were like that.

When I was five, and my Mom would tell me bedtime stories — I always thought it was a bit strange that she would never read to me from a children’s book. She’d just make the stories up right there on the spot — and they were the most fascinating, hilarious, and, of course, original stories I’ve ever heard. But at that age, I just took it for granted. “Oh, everyone’s Mom must create these fabulous, intricate, colorful stories out of thin air,” I thought.

And then, when she would read to me from actual novels, and she would make each character burst from the page, giving each one it’s own voice, mannerisms and personality right there on the spot, I just thought, “Oh, this is nice! Gosh, parents are great …” I didn’t realize that not all parents are that great. I didn’t realize that my Mom was unusually great. I didn’t know how lucky I was.

And I used to think that everyone’s Dad kept a hidden collection of music his college band had recorded under his bed. I thought all kids had to go rooting around in their Dad’s old college stuff to find pictures of them on the Weekend Update set of SNL, or performing in comedy revues in theatre companies they had created themselves.

I thought every Dad had old clippings of newspaper articles written about them and their artistic adventures and success.

I thought every Dad had old t-shirts with pictures of them on the front, with titles like, “The Practical Theatre Company: Art is Good,” or “The Sturdy Beggars,” or “MEGAFUN,” or “The Mee-Ow Show: But is it Art?” I thought these were obligatory wardrobe pieces for every family. Everyone’s parents, at one time or another, were wildly successful comic and improvisational geniuses who set all their talent aside for a number of years to raise a family.

I was wrong.

I think I fully realized the gravity of my parents’ awesomeness when I discovered my Dad’s musical, “Rockme.” Or was it when I first heard the song, “The Way You Dance”? Or was it when I stumbled across old VHS recordings of a sitcom my Dad was pitching called “Overnight Guest”? Or was it when I finally decided to stop and really look at the picture Ron Crawford had drawn of my Mom and Dad’s show, Art, Ruth and Trudy? Or was it when my Mom read Oliver Twist to me and almost made me cry because her performance of Nancy was so beautiful I couldn’t help but break down?

I mean, even if we just put all of those things aside — I should have known something was different about them just by how much I laughed at every family dinner; every family road trip; every time I was in the same room as either one of my parents.

The padres being awesome.

With all those signs lying around, one might wonder why it took me so long to discover who my parents really are. But, hey! Don’t judge too quickly — I had to find this all out for myself. My parents, as you can probably tell, are a lot of things — but boasters they aren’t. Everything I discovered about my parents was a result of me being an unbelievably curious, persistent, annoying little kid who felt like she was on to something and wasn’t going to stop until she had hit the jackpot.

My friends — I’ve finally hit the jackpot.

I have finally witnessed — first-hand — my parents’ genius at work. I saw them create, write and perform in a comedy revue they created themselves. I witnessed it’s inception, it’s creation and it’s execution. And now, I’m proud to say, I’ve participated in it! For years, I’ve pored over pictures of them — simply oozing with cool and talent — at the John Lennon Auditorium. For years I’ve wished that I could have somehow been there — that somehow, by simply being in their presence, some of their talent/coolness/genius/passion would rub off on me and I’d be that much better because of it. And now, I’ll finally be in some of the pictures I’d usually be scanning meticulously and longingly. I’ll finally have the insurmountable honor of saying, “Yeah, I was there.”

So now, the Vic and Paul Show has wrapped. But, come on now, do we really think this is the end of my parents’ come back? I mean, seriously — that’s like saying, “Okay, Lance Armstrong won the Tour de France once. That’s it. He’s done. He doesn’t need to do any more.”

Well, yeah, he doesn’t need to do any more. But, for him, success and greatness isn’t something he feels he has to do. It’s a part of him. He has no choice but to be great. And neither do my parents.

So now, all we can do is wait — wait to see what they’re going to do next. There’s no point in pretending — we all know they’re going to do something. And no matter which direction they choose to go, there’s one thing we can know for sure: At some point, we’ll be laughing.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 28, 2010 11:33 am

    Aw….shucks.

    Seriously, E. I’m glad you were here every night. I was just talking today to one of the guys from GRP who came to see the show — and he was impressed with your timing on the lights. One bad blackout can kill the comedy — and you never failed to bring ’em up and down at the pitch-perfect time. That’s timing, sister.

    So yeah, you were there. And you were a big part of it! And that was an insurmountable joy to your proud parents.

  2. June 28, 2010 11:36 am

    BTW — Ya gotta love Wordpess…

    Somehow, the ghost in the machine has decided that Ron Paul on the Daily Show and a David Lynch concert review are possibly related posts. Who knew?

  3. June 28, 2010 11:36 am

    you completely convinced me to add meeting your parents to my bucket list. one day… we’ll make it happen.

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