quote:Originally posted by TRhit:
I put my blue suede shoes in the closet when I stopped performing some 30 years ago
I knew it! I knew it! I knew the Blue Man Group was a knock-off! I had a strong hunch and now TR has confirmed it for me...thanks TR.
Long, long, ago...after vaudeville, but certainly before the space age...there was a trio of musical and theatrical guys working the Borscht Belt up in the Catskills Mountains.
The three of them would entertain their predominately older audience with songs and dances along with some comical skits. Truly their act exhibited a vaudevillian theme...a tribute to the booming halcyon days of yesteryear in the Catskills.
They were known as the Blue Suede Man Group...and they rocked your rocking chair world...yes indeed they were good. Packed houses every Friday and Saturday night.
The Blue Suede Man Group was best known for its Chamber of Commerce endorsed theatrical productions which critics described as "ground-breaking," "hilarious," "visually stunning" and "musically powerful." Their performances featured three enigmatic bald, blue, and suede characters who took the audience through a multi-sensory experience that combined theatre, percussive music, art, science and vaudeville into a form of entertainment that was like nothing else. People from all over the Northeast, from all walks of life and from mostly older age groups became somewhat energized fans of the Blue Suede Man Group's show in the Catskill Mountains.
They riffed and whiffed throughout the early night...always bringing their sedate, yet somehow rambunctious, adoring, crowd mostly to their feet...their encore usually finished up around nine fifteen or nine twenty. They were always careful to not get the crowd too worked up because...because...well...problems would occur. This happened a couple of times and the result was that the show got slowed way, way down as officials restored order and canvassed the crowd looking to reset various medical devices belonging to some of the audience members.
Then about thirty years ago everything changed...a malaise set in...our president, Mr. Peanut, told us so...it was Dour City everywhere...no amount of crooning, spooning, or heaven forbid, mooning could agitate the once adoring audiences into a semi-frenzy as in the past.
Like a stubborn fever, the three guys were unable to break the doldrums and they decided to hang it up...back into the closet went their now very, very blue attire.
They gave it a ride for sure...to this day you can still pull into one of the last remaining old-time resorts and ask the owner's neice or nephew about the Blue Suede Man Group...they'll tell you the stories they've heard...you won't have to persuede them...times certainly were not blue then...
TR...was that your group...the whooping and rocking Blue Suede Man Group?
