Out Yourself Here 2: The Deeper Closet.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Here's one we all want to know about you. What have you performed that you would really rather people just not know about? Jenny let me know this morning that a friend of ours will be seen in Elvis regalia tomorrow night, and asked if I had ever stooped so low. A topic was born, and yes, I have.
I did Elvis on stilts at an Elvis convention in Virginia a few years ago. Hilby put me on to it, and the saddest part of it was how much more people liked me as Elvis.
My list is long, and yes, does include everything from the merest elf to the fat man himself. From birthday parties to basement waterproofing conventions.
I've been Woody, Ken, and the Big E big head mascot. I admit it! 2 hundred a day for 17 days, I couldn't pass it up! I put that damn costume on! (Meanwhile, Bounce and Oooh La La were doing their full show on the same fairgrounds. I made believe I was just attending when I saw them.)
Bit of a whore, wot? And you? Let it fly, it'll feel better. We understand.

[Stephon]

Taxi, I fought against doing corporate gigs and character walkaround for a long time (after all, I am a university-trained and degreed actor, la de da) 'cuz I didn't want to be glorified window decoration.

Two years ago I did 16 performances of a 2 1/2 hour play where I got paid $20 per show.
Yesterday I deposited a $200 check for a 1/2 hour performance at a law office's holiday party. Am I a whore? Hell yes, but I'm not a cheap whore.

But you were asking for embarrassing confessions: the lowest I sank was dressing up in a mildewy Spider-Man costume to hand out Halloween candy at a mall.

(Still better than the balloon twisting Power Ranger my wife saw at a birthday party last week)


Hey, I just realized this post made me a Member. And I was just getting used to being a tool...


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[Chance]

I toured Graceland last summer, does this count?

[Triona]

I'm already a balloon twister, which most of you feel is the lowest of the low anyway...

I dressed as a reindeer (including the flashing red nose) for an office Xmas party.

[Jim]

I was a clown ONCE. It was about 5 years ago. I did a walk around gig at a college and I thought I'd just be juggling, but they wanted clowns. When I got there, there was an ex-Ringling clown with a bunch of costumes and make-up and he did me up... Wig, plastic nose, full makeup, clown costume, BIG shoes, the whole deal. I was un-recognizable. It was freaky. I was walking around twisting balloons for 2 hours.

I've never told anyone this.

I think someone took a polaroid of me while I was there, but I can't find it. If I ever find it, I'll post it here.

I feel better getting this off my chest.

[nick nickolas]

Last year I did a Pesil Tablet launch which saw me touring round shopping malls as 'Polly' a 60ish woman full make up, wig, bum padding, dress etc. It took me a hour or so to put the makeup on and I did a dozen shopping centre gigs 8 hrs a day..the look was really good thank god, even friends didn't recognize me!

Many years ago I did a bartmitzer dressed in a pink pierrot costume juggling as the rich jewish kids arrived.

Between the ages of 13-16 I travelled the neighbourhood on my 10 speed doing kids parties as Nifty Nick Funjurer.

Good topic Taxi

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[Jenny]

I was surprised recently to be asked to appear as Cinderella again, esp. as I have severely reduced the length of my hair, etc. But I didn't mind because; I still charged my regular fee and it's FUN to step into the shoes of another character sometimes. (Oops, no pun intended.)

Of course this was for a birthday party full of little princesses, so I get to be the Queen Princess. What's wrong with that?

Two other factors.
1) A child has an assumed intimacy with a character from their lexicon like that. So they already love you, instead of having to see your show etc. to decide. And,
2) I get to take ownership of the myth, and insert whatever absurd or PC twists I like.

Eg: "Ever since I married the Prince and moved into the castle, I don't have to clean so much anymore. So guess what I did with my free time? Learned...to...JUGGLE!"

Or, "Happily ever after isn't always easy. The Prince and I argue sometimes, but we try to work it out..."

Another plus; lace hem, high heels, long gloves and tiara are all quite condusive to clowning; lots to go wrong!

It's an absurd but refreshing change. Just like all of you wankers.

[LUCKY DIAMOND RICH]

Hello guys,
yes well when i was 12 years old my first real gig,was to go around "GRUNDIES" at Sufers Paradise,in QLD over the school holiday peroid,at easter.I was on a small unicycle,in a clown outfit,called myself "GREGGLES" based on my birth name "GREGORY".I had a sandwich board advertiseing ,"Cadburys Chocolate" handing out easter eggs,in one hand and squeezing a
horn in the other!Got payed $50,for 3 hours.It was the start of my career,not to mention that I had a scam happening were I would take most of the easter eggs and sell them at school.You have to be able to buy "Brian Dube",some how.Fuck "jugglebug",that shit hurts.......

[Todd]

Ok I grew up in Vegas so my past is full of shady stuff. I dont know if it is stooping low, but they were weird. Paid good, but weird.
I was a mime at Ceasars Palace for 6 months. Ceasars "Royal Jester".
I shared a dressing room (actually an old hotel room in the hotel) with a guy named Ming. He was a juggler/object manipulator from China. The top of his act was spinning a 30 pound pot on his head, on edge, while he spun in the opposing direction. He let me feel the indentation on his head from doing the act. If he didnt practice every day he would lose the indent and "ooh I get bad headaches."
A Charlie Chaplin impersonator for 6 months at a kooky comedy club in the basement of the old Aladdin. The Comedy Underground. It was owned by a comedy duo from Argentina, I sat people in the club. The Host was a dwarf named Randy who was playing the "owner" Little Al CApone. He had a tiny pinstriped suit. The opening act was an old ass comic (who could fart dust he was so old) he did ever old joke in the book, but the timing was perfect. One of his segues between jokes was "..but I've got nothing against fish." The middle act was a ventriloquist who has a 5 foot woman puppet who's breasts moved when she dropped her top. The headliners were name comics who thought they walked into a dimension of ultimate weirdness. They talked to me alot because I was the most normal person there. No one to this day knows my name, the all just called me 'Charlie'.
I was the Jester in print ads for the Excalibur hotel. It was pretty normal except for the huge billboard of me (nothing like looking at your 50 foot crotch) and the fact that the guy who was the King Arthur was hired because he was English and had an accent. These were print ads and postcards.
Oh, I was a mime at a corporate gig for Sony and I scared Olivia-Newton-Johns' kid. I made her wet herself with fear.
I was the Egghead software man for a big computer software convention here. I had to wear this huge pod suit of "Mr Egghead", this egg shaped scientist looking guy. It had this giant egg shaped head (duh!) but it was fabric on a welded metal frame. All the drunk software guys would walk by me and pull the hair on the head and the metal frame would bash my skull. This one drunk computer geek kept walking past and doing this. Finally after one too many skull shattering slams I grabbed his arm, twisted it and shouted "STOP PULLING MR. EGGHEADS FUCKING HAIR !!!!!!!"
I think he has nightmares to this day.

I did a ton of weird gigs in Vegas.



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[firegirl]

where do i start?

~i did singing telegrams in high school - lots of weird things there... disco diva, clown, bunny, sexy bunny... i could go on. but, at 15 getting paid $75/day seems like a king's ransom.

~in college my best friend and i were hired to be mimes at the opening of a 'big top pizza' ... i made children cry & she got hit on by their dads.

~i played 'wendy' at the 'wendy's chili open' in cleveland, ohio...

~i used to work for this company in boston (while getting my mfa in acting from bu) called 'pastimes entertainment...' in the course of my employment with them i played abagil adams, the wicked witch of the west, ariel, wonder woman, a booby german beer wench (not too far off my ren. show,) belinda carslile & the red-headed powerpuff girl. among others.

~i used to reguarly work in a haunted house while in college as the screaming chick who was getting murdered in any scene... i have a good scream.

~and, worst of all - i worked for two years for the mouse. indiana jones stunt show in orlando... *shiver* i still feel unclean about that job. (tho' it's not as bad as whipboy being cast as ricky martin in the magic mountian halloween stunt show... *bwahahaaahhahahahah* i'm still laughing over that one!)

~firegirl

[Rex Boyd]

For the past two years my wife has made me play Santa Claus for her Christmas party get together for all the mothers and children in the area. For both those times I managed to terrify my own daughter to tears at the sight of this strange man in red shouting HO HO HO


Rex

[Lynneski]

Thanks for the opportunity to come clean, Taximan.

Did a stint with a youg theatre troupe, sort of a fractured fairy tales show. I was the twittering "Princess Prissyface". 'Course, the cast insisted on referring to my character as "Princess Pissyface", which inevitably ended up slipping out of someone's lines at least once a performance.

Slinky lounge singer bit, complete with wrap-around sateen dress, trying to project sultry old jazz standards while slunk over a baby grand. Have you ever tried to make "Tea for Two" sound enticing while your boobs were falling out of their too-big wrap?

And three months in a smoky basement studio recording endless jingles for radio. One of them played over three years on a local small-town station. Can you say "earworm"?

Whoo, that feels better.

Lynne

[le pire]

I was one of the "skin characters" in Bradley's Magical Adventures in British Holiday's holiday parks.

I had to wear one of those costumes with the big heads, they play a tape with the dialogue and you wave your arms around when your character speaks.

ooooooh the shame, the SHAME!!!

étienne

[le pire]

I tried to forget this one: I was in an N'Sync impersionation act.

Imagine lipsynching "bye bye bye" while dancing for 10 year old girls. At least as a skin character no one sees your face...

étienne

[Airborne Dan]

Hey Mr. Taxi, great topic.

About 12 years ago when I was a ski bum living in Vail, CO I took a gig playing Captain Morgan for the Seagram corporation.

The job was to ski the mountain in a pirate suit handing out drink tokens for apre´ ski parties at the different bars around town.

After skiing it was then my job to visit all the bars taking part in the promotion. When I arrived at the different locations I'd do a comedy pirate show and hand out prizes, t-shirts and stuff like that.

The real perk about the gig was that I could consume as many Seagram products as I wanted to, before, during and after each show. I didn't want to look like I was taking advantage of the situation so I only had 2 or 3 drinks at each bar. There were 7 bars. Do the math.

By the time we reached the last joint (a disco) I was no longer portraying Captain Morgan, I was Captain Morgan, or at least what I'm sure the people at corporate headquarters would consider a bastardized, intoxicated version of their spice rum spokes person.

The D.J. turned off the music so I could do the pirate show and hand out the goods. I did my little show and went into handing out the prizes.

After performing as a pirate all day I thought it was high time that I, The Captain, be entertained. So I made the people do tricks to get a prize. I made them sing and dance. Then I was making them juggle and do head stands and cartwheels. Then I'm making all the hot women kiss the Captain for a prize, and if the guys want a prize, well, they had to show their asses. The next thing I know I'm sitting on a chair in the middle of the dance floor, clutching a half empty bottle of rum, the music is pumping and the Captain is handing out t-shirts and shot glasses in exchange for lap dances. I gave away two cases of prizes. Eat your heart out Ronald Macdonald.