To both feed my excitement and psychologically prepare for disappointment, this morning I've been looking at images of Jerry Lewis from when he was much younger. Even if he is old, I'm hoping that tonight I can see a hint of the funny facial expressions that I love:
Many photos found from HERE.
UPDATE: Well, the performance was kind of a train wreck. He forgot the punch lines for more than half of his jokes, and he muddled several stories. His bandleader sat near Jerry at the piano with an intent look on his face; he was trying to follow the jokes and give Jerry prompts when needed. In between jokes, or sometimes during the middle of a joke, Jerry kept turning to the bandleader and either ask for a prompt or say, "Did I finish that one?"
Then Jerry held a Q & A with the audience, which ended up being thirty minutes of audience members speaking who didn't have questions to ask, but just said "I love you, Jerry," over and over. Some people wanted to stand up and voice their support of the Muscular Dystrophy Foundation. One lady wanted to say that she and her husbands were soul mates, because they both collected money for muscular dystrophy as children (?!?). Jerry kept saying that the purpose of this Q &A is to ask questions, but hardly anyone really did that. He was a little bit frustrated, along with most of the audience.
Ah well. It was a horrible show, and I felt rather confused and very tired as we walked out of the building. I think I silently exerted a lot of energy in my seat, because I kept hoping that the performance would improve. It didn't, but it was fun to at least see Jerry and applaud for him nonetheless. If anything, I was glad that he could hear my applause for all of the movies and television shows that have made me laugh over the years.
UPDATE: Well, the performance was kind of a train wreck. He forgot the punch lines for more than half of his jokes, and he muddled several stories. His bandleader sat near Jerry at the piano with an intent look on his face; he was trying to follow the jokes and give Jerry prompts when needed. In between jokes, or sometimes during the middle of a joke, Jerry kept turning to the bandleader and either ask for a prompt or say, "Did I finish that one?"
Then Jerry held a Q & A with the audience, which ended up being thirty minutes of audience members speaking who didn't have questions to ask, but just said "I love you, Jerry," over and over. Some people wanted to stand up and voice their support of the Muscular Dystrophy Foundation. One lady wanted to say that she and her husbands were soul mates, because they both collected money for muscular dystrophy as children (?!?). Jerry kept saying that the purpose of this Q &A is to ask questions, but hardly anyone really did that. He was a little bit frustrated, along with most of the audience.
Ah well. It was a horrible show, and I felt rather confused and very tired as we walked out of the building. I think I silently exerted a lot of energy in my seat, because I kept hoping that the performance would improve. It didn't, but it was fun to at least see Jerry and applaud for him nonetheless. If anything, I was glad that he could hear my applause for all of the movies and television shows that have made me laugh over the years.
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