Tonight I'm going to "The Moth Ball" in New York City, it's the annual benefit for "The Moth." For the uninitiated, "The Moth" is a regular series of performances where people tell true stories live on stage without notes. "The Moth" started in New York City, and has since spread to Chicago, Detroit, Los Angeles and other cities. They have a free weekly podcast of stories recorded at their live events, and are now piloting a new hour-long radio show.
The benefit tonight features radio king Garrison Keillor, writer Jonathan Ames, and it honors playwright/actress Anna Deavere Smith (who I used to work for, incidentally). The recommended attire is described this way: "Raven black or powder white, Don yourself for a festive night. Add a mask so we will wonder, What persona lies there under?" I am so lame, I have nothing to wear. Is it gauche to mix brown shoes with a black jacket? Probably so, and at the very least it's not in keeping with the dress code. As for a mask, well, about the only thing I have is a thick black pair of novelty glasses (with no lenses) that might make me look a little like Ira Glass. Well, if Clark Kent can disguise his identity as Superman just by donning a pair of specs, then maybe it'll work for me.
I'll let you know how it goes, when I blog about the event tomorrow.