I saw Mike Albo‘s Spermhood last night and I’m pissed that I didn’t take better mental notes… I’m struggling to remember some of the best lines, as there were SO many of them. But had I been actually jotting down one-liners, instead of listening and laughing, I might have missed something. The set-up on the press release cues up the story…
“When Caroline asked me to be a sperm donor, I was speechless. But then I did it. And it changed everything. Jerking off in a cup is a spiritual path. Who knew?“
That’s the gist of it. The show like life, is a journey, to daddyhood that you aren’t sure how it’s going to end up. Mike’s Amazon Kindle book Single Spermhood: Diary of a Donor (just $1.99!) was the beginning of this heartfelt & hilarious account of the year he spent donating sperm for his good friends, a lesbian couple. It takes you on foot down many New York streets,
“Walking is the last thing I can afford in this golden Cronut of a city…“
…into creepy sperm donor clinics (spoiler alert: the metaphor for jerking off is vintage Whitney Houston) and that being a “Daddy” has multiple meanings in this case…
“You have to teach the children… and occasionally have sex with them.“
Mike’s charmingly neurotic stage-style takes self-effacing embarrassment humor to new heights – and depths…
“Gay men. No one cares about us anymore… and White. Gay. Comic. Are there three words that ever made LESS money…?”
But the whole enterprise has an unexpected depth and heart – which 30 seconds later turns into fits of laughter again.
Mike was born #OnThisGayDay (Happy birthday!) and as a present I wish I had his excellent gift of verbiage and delivery that HE has to tell him how great this show is – and how that nail was not just hit on the head, but pounded in with funny force, repeatedly. He’s doing it twice next weekend and like his last solo show The Junket, it was also expertly directed David Schweizer at Dixon Place. See it, if there are still tickets available and if not, stay-tuned as it’s bound to show up elsewhere in NYC and hopefully other parts of the country as well.
As a present I can SO cheaply give, here’s a little video treat that will either turn Mike on BIG TIME for a nice birthday jerk, or just make him dance around alone in his living room with his memories. Either way, enjoy it, Daddy. I know this song forever has new meaning for all those, like myself, who were lucky enough to be at Dixon Place last night.