Buying a Highway To Heaven

No Man Is An Islands

Kate and I just got back from the Bahamas.

It was awesome.

What I like about the Bahamas is that even though it's been overrun by tourists and resort hotels, you can still get a glimpse of the old-fashioned, laid-back, rum-soaked lifestyle that makes these islands so appealing.

For instance, we stayed at a resort called the Nassau Beach Hotel -

But across the street was a tiny little drink shack, untouched by time.

The shack had the things you'd expect from the real Bahamas, things like...

and

And of course...

Spoletto Journalism

We did a series of UCB Tour Co shows at the Piccolo Spoletto Festival down in Charleston, SC last week. Everyone in Charleston told us that anyone who goes there falls in love with the city and never wants to leave.

I say you can sit inside anywhere and watch it rain everyday.

Our show got reviewed by a guy named Bill Davis in the Charleston City Paper. It was a mixed review (solid B!), and the kind of infuriating writing you normally find in crappier newspapers ("First this happened, then this other thing happened, then something else, and I liked the second thing, but not the first and third.").

But near the end of the review, Bill wrote a really weird comment about me.

Hopefully, Anthony King isn’t as morose as his characters, like the door-slamming man who throws a neighbor out the window as if he were a delivery pizza. (You had to be there.)

"You had to be there?" Isn't that the entire point of a review? That you indeed did not have to be there, because the reviewer was there for you?

And I guess I have to take it as a compliment that Bill Davis watched me play a character in an improv show and thought to himself, "Clearly the other people on stage are acting...but that Anthony King ...I'm just not sure. It seems he could actually be as morose as the character he's playing. Dammit to hell! I can't chance it. I have no other choice but to express my concern in print. Charleston deserves no less!"

Of course, I also have to ask...how did Bill Davis know I like to throw delivery pizzas out the window?

Am I that good?