We did the car-pool thing (Mary came to the RD and then we picked up Dingo; J met us at Post Alley) and scored a FREE parking space in Belltown on a Saturday night, Woo!
The Door was packed: some of the people looked suspiciously spiv-ish, but it was mostly a dinner crowd, with a good sprinkling of tourist types. The bartender was great, and after a bit of a stand, we found a table.
Scotty was working with accordionist Greg Adair, who both accompanied Scotty's acts and performed songs of his own, macabre little ditties that tended to remind me of Nightmare Before Christmas. It was a bit hard to follow the act, since the performances took place in both the dining room and the lounge, so there was some getting up and down on our parts. Call it participatory theatre.
Scotty was at the top of his form. Before a telescoped version of his usual stage show, he did a trapeze act with a Cabbage Patch doll as a partner. It was good to see Scotty get to use his physicality on stage (as it were) and the crowd ate it up, since it was both impressive and funny at the same time. Good stuff all around!
Click these crappy thumbnails for crappy large-size versions. The lighting was really rough to deal with.
Scotty dangling above diners
Mary B gets the "momma-go-to-poppa" bit
One last note: Walking back to the car after the show, we all of us felt soooo out of place among the thronging Friday night Belltown hipsters. It was a bit jarring to me to see that much money spent and that much energy expended by that many people on just having a good time. Ah, well, to each their own.
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