Tag: morbid anatomy museum
Don’t miss my autobiographical stand-up tragedy Jeffrey Stanley’s BONEYARDS while it’s at the Art Church of West Philadelphia as part of the 2015 SoLow Fest.
Friday 6/19 @9pm
Saturday 6/27 @9pm
Sunday 6/28 @7pm
The Friday 2/27/15 show marked the New York premiere of Boneyards after my performing it regularly in Philadelphia since its launch in the 2013 Philly Fringe. The concluding séance was my first one at the Morbid Anatomy Museum and the results are in: that sucker’s haunted.
My antique 1917 Ouija board with 1920 planchette was personed by audience volunteers Aaron and Chris while audience volunteer Josie stood aside and served as questioner. The rest of the audience stood in a circle watching the disturbing, heart-breaking events unfold.
They contacted a presence/spirit/demon/subconscious ideomotor impulse (depending on your beliefs) named R U S T Y who was 7 and died In 2 0 1 0. Did he see the show? Y E S. What did he think of it? U 1 which I cheekily interpreted to mean “you’re number 1.”
Was he still in the cellar with us? N O. He was upstairs on the T O P F L O O R of the two-story museum. How did he die? G U N. By whom? D A D.
Later he told us he had wafted back down to us in the cellar and that he was hovering at the C E I L I N G. Previously I had told the audience that from past experiences speaking with children on a Ouija board they tend to indeed talk like children, giving brief answers and also misspelling words. This was borne out when we asked if he could see us he said Y E S, thanks to the M E A R (mirror).
A full-length mirror is part of my set and is used at various times during the show. I also point out just before every séance that it’s there to provide a window for the spirits to see us and the show as, according to James Merrill’s epic supernatural poem The Changing Light at Sandover, ghosts get the best views of the living via reflections. (continue reading…)
Don’t miss my stand-up tragedy Boneyards while it’s in NYC at the Morbid Anatomy Museum.
Friday 2/27 @8pm.
Last chance to book now.
DON’T MISS THE NYC PREMIERE OF JEFFREY STANLEY’S BONEYARDS AT BROOKLYN’S MORBID ANATOMY MUSEUM ON 2/27/15! DETAILS HERE.
A Shaheb’s Guide to Indiashaheb – (India; also saheb, sahib; from the Hindi and Urdu sāhab, master; from Arabic ṣāḥib, companion; participle of ṣaḥiba, to become friends) 1. formerly, a term of respect for any male landowner 2. formerly, a term of respect for white European men during the British colonial era 3. (modern) any white man
Assume with me for a minute that ghosts really are, without a doubt, real. The dead really can contact us. EVPs/Raudive voices/ghost box voices are the real deal. That said, it follows that it’s pointless to try and get any decent EVP’s in a cemetery. Why would ghosts be hanging around a cemetery full of strangers when they can go back to their still-living families or the places that were near and dear to them in life? Sure, cemeteries can be creepy and I’m not sure I’d enjoy traipsing around in one at night, but really my belief is that they are generally ghost-free.
Unless a particular grave or cemetery is historically believed to be haunted; then, it might be worth a look. Take the notorious Bachelor Grove Cemetery outside of Chicago which I plan to visit in March during my trek on the California Zephyr for my Amtrak Writers Residency. Or the Dennison family crypt in Kolkata’s South Park Street Cemetery, one of my favorite haunts in West Bengal, India. When I was last there earlier this month I took my trusty P-SB7 spirit box with me, the one I use live onstage in Boneyards, to check it out. (continue reading…)
A quick post to let you know Boneyards tix are now onsale. 3 shows only, get ‘em while they’re hot. Only 20 seats per show.
Happy New Year,
The dead clairvoyant was right when he predicted in an EVP session a month ago that I’d be going to Brooklyn. It’s now official: Boneyards will be getting a New York City premiere in February, 2015 at the deliciously notorious Morbid Anatomy Museum.
It’s a perfect venue for this show and I couldn’t be happier. 3 shows only; max seating 20 as always; tix $20. They aren’t onsale yet but you’ll be the first to know.
In the meantime mark your calendars for Fridays 2/20, 2/27 and 3/6 at 8pm and book yourself an Amtrak ticket.
Hear it…with the heart
I won’t hurt you
Free-associate amongst yourselves with those words and phrases as you read on. Let them percolate, let your mind fill in the blanks and make them make sense — make it into a narrative. Get the idea? One of my favorite elements of the spirit box is that it puts a modern spin on the Surrealists’ old exquisite corpse parlor game.
Unless of course the spirit voices are real. It’s times like this when I hit a wall and become confounded. Let me explain the flabbergasting sequence of events.
1. In mid-October my family and I squeezed in one last camping trip for the year at our beloved Pine Barrens, home to the Jersey Devil, Ong’s Hat and lots of sasquatch sightings. Seems like a perfect place for an EVP session and I finally got around to trying it on 10/18/14. My wife and young son were exploring in the woods behind our lean-to and I seized on the moment to turn back, dart around to the far side of the lean-to for a moment of solitude and quiet, and turn on the box and my video camera for a minute and half. Just inside the lean-to was a book I’d brought with me which I was eager to finish: Annie Jacobsen’s bestseller Area 51. It was indeed a good book. The video is below and I’ve already given you the transcript above. Mind you, I didn’t listen to it right away and forgot it was even on my camera.
2. Three weeks later in early November an exciting opportunity fell into my lap for a possible New York premiere of Boneyards at a perfect venue in Brooklyn (details to follow as soon as dates are confirmed; I’m still in the midst of firming this up).
3. Another week goes by, which brings me to this weekend. It’s now been a full month since I recorded the video. I sit down last night and upload all of my October pix from my camera onto my home computer. Amidst all the Halloween and camping photos, there sits the EVP video. I slow it down, add some noise reduction and give it a good, hard listen as is my usual procedure. Phrase by phrase I work my way through it, deleting the ones that are too hard to hear or understand. When I hit the word clairvoyant I’m intrigued. Remember that a clairvoyant is someone who can see into the future. Is it calling me a clairvoyant? Impossible. If I could predict the future, believe me, I’d know it. I can only guess that it’s calling itself clairvoyant and think little of it. I move along. When I get to the last word, Brooklyn, I nearly fall off my chair. Holy cow.
Was this clairvoyant spirit a month ago telling me that I’d soon be exploring the possibility of doing my show in Brooklyn? If I’d listened to it a month ago would I have even put it together in this same way? I’m not sure. I keep listening to that last word again and again trying to hear it … with the heart. See what you think, and stay tuned…
[photo via wikipedia]