dumbfoundry

Multimillionaire finds muse after giving up cocaine and takes his show on the road:

"Never go back, never go back," he said solemnly into the microphone. Video clips of nature scenes and country houses and young boys hugging dogs flashed on the monitors behind him. Moody electronic music filtered through the speakers. Dennis, bathed in blue and white lights, sipped from a glass of wine he kept on the lectern, which was decorated with a portrait of -- guess who? -- Dennis, holding his hands to his head in a modified "Scream" pose. He continued: "Never return to the haunts of your youth." The music, and his voice, got stormier. "Keep to the track, to the beaten track, memory holds all you need of the truth."

At intermission, reactions were mixed. After all, with all the special effects and Dennis' accent, its working-class edges blunted by the polished tones of wealth, the performance was at times eerily evocative of the scene in the 1984 film "This Is Spinal Tap," in which Nigel, the self-serious English rock star, recites a poem ("And, oh, how they danced, the little children of Stonehenge, beneath the haunted moon, for fear that daybreak might come too soon") as a comically miniature model of Stonehenge is lowered onto the stage behind him.

One young woman walked out of the performance room, stuck her hand into the street and shouted for a taxi. But another woman, in a rhinestone-studded tank top, was preparing to ask Dennis to autograph her body; she had not yet decided which part.

Poor bad poets just start blogs.

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