Nico, revisited

Sometimes the reviewers get it right. On the strength of a rave review in the New York Times, I got tix for Nico Underground, a woozily surreal and dead-on recap, written by and starring Tammy Faye Starlite, of the life and times of the iconic 60’s singer and object d’art Nico.

The entire experience was spectacular. Starting from the fact that we truly were underground — in a cute little downstairs performance space within the bowels of the famed Theater for the New City — the show hit every eccentric and culturally resonant note with pitch perfect accuracy.

When I wasn’t being utterly entranced by the proceedings onstage, a part of my mind was thinking “This is it. This is what New York downtown theater is supposed to be like, and so rarely is.”

And for those of you who were also fortunate enough to see this wonderfully weird and appealing production, I must confess that I may never again be able think of Bob Dylan without also thinking of Joseph Goebbels.

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