To tell the truth

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  January 7, 2009

I mention that Mike Daisy refuses to memorize stories, but rather keeps certain narrative steppingstones in mind while always varying the tale. That brings up the matter of scripting versus improvising. Goldman says that he is still adjusting his delivery on the sliding scale from slick performance to pure spontaneity, veering toward the latter because "if something comes up, I don't want to just ignore it.

"As I get more comfortable with it," he says, "I want to be able to do on stage what I do when I'm telling a friend a story, allowing for digressions."

Others are getting comfortable along with him, with some regulars at the four monthly shows so far. The December theme was about getting lost. Someone told about Eurail Pass experiences at 16 with an older girl she hardly knew. Someone recounted dreams within dreams, telling of a living forest with actual whispers in the wind. Goldman told us about his first disoriented day as a jungle guide. About a dozen people told stories, and hardly a passage was boring.

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