My overall impression
What starts out as a seemingly disconnected series of monologues evolves into a deftly-woven tapestry of music, religion and brothers from another mother (or, sometimes, what feels like another planet.)
Alex Knox’s solo show highlights unusual connections. Although I share none of them (no familiarity with Knox or his friend Josh, no Jewish family ties, nor a long-standing fondness for Steely Dan) I found myself unexpectedly drawn to all three, with Knox’s storytelling continually pulling me into the story.
I was won over especially when Knox lets lose in his life – and onstage – to the jukebox playing the title tune. In real life, he may have been watched by befuddled onlookers, but in the audience, it resonated with me. As with anyone who, in a private moment, let their freak flag fly only to discover they were surrounded by the decidedly unfreaky. Fortunately for Knox, there are freaks a-plenty at Hollywood Fringe – and he fits in here beautifully.
