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Wherein I return to Pop Culture Happy Hour, and everyone attempts a Schwarzenegger impression except me.

Chris Klimek

I was delighted to appear on Pop Culture Happy Hour again last week. (Listen here, you.) The show's A-topic was movie action heroes, inspired by the publication of Arnold Schwarzengger's memoir Total Recall (which I'd only half-read prior to taping, on account of its 624-page girth and the fact I'm reading it in tandem with Salman Rushdie's equally substantial memoir Joseph Anton) and, I thought, Taken 2(which I haven't seen, and won't until it turns up on Encore Action at 11:30 p.m. on a Tuesday eight months from now).

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Too Past for Love: Signature's Dying City and Spooky Action's Reckless, reviewed

Chris Klimek

​Rachel Zampelli & Thomas Keegan in Signature's Dying City (Scott Suchman)

​Rachel Zampelli & Thomas Keegan in Signature's Dying City (Scott Suchman)

My reviews of new productions of Christopher Shinn's somber 2006 drama Dying City and Craig Lucas's surreal 1983 comedy Reckless are in today's Washington City Paper.

Soft Pack, Black Cat

Chris Klimek

While you were watching President Obama Uncle Fluffy his way through the first presidential debate Wednesday night, I was watching the Soft Pack play the Black Cat.

That’s right: I went to see a band the youngest member of which is probably a decade younger than me. Usually I’m on the venerable old treasure beat, more or less voluntarily.

I reviewed their show for today’s Washington Post.

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Righting the Outlaw Wrongs in Brooklyn: Notes on The Thrilling Adventure Hour's first out-of-L.A. show

Chris Klimek

I finally saw Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark this weekend, but that was just to kill an evening in New York City in advance of the event that had precipitated the trip from DC: The very first East Coast performance of The Thrilling Adventure Hour.

I'm glad you asked! The Thrilling Adventure Hour is a podcast that my pal Glen Weldon turned me onto early last year. It lost no time shooting to the top of my list of favorite things. Recorded at the Los Angeles nightclub Largo at the Coronet the first weekend of each month, TAHis a collection of hilarious serial narratives that affectionately parody the pre-television radio dramas I discovered when I lived in LA and was spending too many of my precious few hours of life in my car.

The best of them are the two that bookend the monthly live show.

Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars is basically The Lone Ranger set on the Red Planet, only with more musical numbers, like its marvelous theme song. It stars Marc Evan Jackson as Sparks and Mark Gagliardi as "his faithful Martian companion, Croach the Tracker," whose fidelity to strict codes of Martian honor often has him "under onus" to the Earth-man he works for, who means well but is sometimes a bit of a jerk.

There's a rotating feature in the middle, plus some funny fake commercials for fake sponsors Workjuice Coffee and Patriot Brand Cigarettes.

The closing feature is Beyond Belief, starring Paget Brewster and Paul F. Tompkins as Sadie and Frank Doyle, a high-functioning, alcoholic 1930s society couple who help people with their supernatural troubles. Especially if those supernatural troubles stand in the way of the Doyles' next drink.

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The Boss at the Ballpark

Chris Klimek

I was away on vacation when Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band played Nationals Stadium two weeks ago. I've seen them play twice this year, and I wrote about their prior DC show, back in April.  I've seen Springsteen perform live 14 or 15 times overall since 1999 -- once solo, the rest of the times with the E Street crew.

I'm grateful to whomever recorded and posted this surprisingly high-quality field recording of the full three-hour, 44-minute concert.