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Jesus Christ Tater Tot

Live, various venues

Jesus Christ Tatertot (JCTT) is a 45-minute abridged (and entirely unauthorized) take on the hopefully-not-terribly-litigious Andrew Lloyd Weber's masterpiece rock opera, where every part is played by a potato, puppeteered by NYC sketch mainstays (read: old people) City Hall. While the plot and the score remain unchanged (though cut down considerably), the lyrics have been revised to support the all-vegetable cast.

 

At the Holy Land Diner, Hosannas become Ore-Idas, the harrowing, legendary refrain of "Crucify him!" echoes through the coliseum as "Peel and fry him," and we see a heartbroken Judas hurl himself in to a deep-fryer. All this at the hands of a dedicated staff of sous chefs and line cooks, backed by a choir of servers, who bring the audience tater tots, inviting them to eat the golden-brown flesh of Jesus Crisp himself.

With nothing but reverence for both the original story and the Broadway blockbuster, JCTT began as an experiment - could City Hall, in their eleventh year, get away with just making one, extraordinarily dumb joke over and over again? 

Created and performed by City Hall Sketch Comedy:

 

Chris Booth

Josh Wolinsky

Luis Nuñez

Jake Keefe

Julia Darden

 

with Stefan Stansfeld as the piano-playing cook

Directed and Arranged by Kevin Laibson

Additional lyrics by Heather Jewels-Booth

Puppets designed and built by Julia Darden

This portfolio focuses on projects I feel I contributed significantly to as an artist or created whole cloth. Much of my experience includes developing and platforming others' work as a producer, teacher, and coach. For more about that, please visit kevinlaibson.com.
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this is my favorite joke:

A dog walks in to a telegrapher's office and says "I'd like to send a telegram to my sister, please."

 

The telegrapher, surprised by the situation, says "Well, um, okay - what would you like it to say?"
 

"Woof, woof woof, woof woof woof woof, woof, woof."
 

The telegrapher puts down his pencil and lowers his glasses a little, "You know, that's just nine 'woof's. I could throw in a tenth and it would be the same price."
 

The dog cocks his head to the side and says, "But...then it wouldn't make any sense."

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