Voca People At Westside Theater Upstairs, Tuesday, August 9th, 2011

The best piece of advise Elvis Costello ever gave me, was given away on postcards in the sleeve of Armed Forces. Two words: DON'T JOIN.

Wise stuff, and I keep to it to this day. Whether marriage or church or boy scouts or AA I say NOLLE PROSEQUI, NAPU, I SHALL NOT, DON'T JOIN.

This includes any entertainment in which audience participation is required because under no circumstances will I give the world a coke. And if those freaks at Blueman Group come near me? I'll punch em.

Or the insanely irritating singing group Voca People, who run up and down the aisle, taking bags off people s lap, hugging innocent audience members and generally being a blight on the lanscape.

At the Westside Theater, the clutter up the stage in white make up and white costumes, and are cute and playful and funny like a mime at the seaside. And after every truly, truly terrible impression they bask and beg in our applause.

I lasted 30 minutes before this garbage got to me and I hit the road.

The conceit is that these nine vocalists are visitors from another planet (the planet tedium no doubt), and they communicate by… well, by being as whimsical as possible with a voice range that seems to be going from soprano to mezzo-soprano,

I didn't bother taking notes so I am not sure what two snippits of songs I heard before running for the exits. But I do remember the single worst impression of a spacecraft I have ever heard.

In case you don't get  it, run for your lives.

One more thing, i've been to the Westside a number of times and they have the worst shows known to man. The place is cursed.

Grade: F