How else to explain my having missed the following show (via):
"Last night in Los Angeles, three weeks after the Largo theater promised its mailing list a top-secret show that "you won't regret" seeing, Maya Rudolph and Fred Armisen performed a series of light and effortless vignettes co-written and directed by Paul Thomas Anderson for a packed house that included Jack Black, Paul Dano, and Josh Radnor. With live musical score provided by Jon Brion, the 70-plus minute show about love somehow found a way to be fantastically funny without any milkshake-drinking at all."
I can't live if living is without this show! I can't give... a crap about anything anymore!
Damn damn damn. There's more to the article, so read it up... they say the show felt "sneaking a peek at P.T. Anderson's Punch-Drunk Love notepad"... damn damn damn! No justice. Why didn't I get my invitation, PT? Did it get lost in the mail or something?
Somehow Fiona Apple is to blame, I'm sure of it!
("thanks" to Joe for the heads-up).