Kelly Buttermore and Me

I was blessed with the opportunity to bask in the richness of Kelly Buttermores' one woman show, last Monday night, at the Peoples Improv Theater. Unfortunately, this was the last show. I heard someone say "This is so great, they may bring it back." Kelly tells the riveting tale of her birth, miracle existance, life and desires, through her own voice, and through the voice of her Grandfather. The show was fun. I could picture her Grandfather; more than that, my mind was transported back to the evening Kelly and I improved at Molassi (the slow jam). In our scene Kelly played the part of a girl. I played her much older Father. I prattled on and on about my life experiences. In our scene this all seemed irrevelant to Kelly; this is how it is in life. (Truth in Comedy). Kellys' rendition of her Grandfather reminded me of me in our scene. Perhaps it is my ego, still, I wonder: did our scene help create the genesis of an idea?