Sharp-witted, passionately delivered talk about matters both small and huge, at once utterly individual and achingly universal.
He takes seemingly incongruent topics and mixes them with personal experiences to create the dramatic equivalent of a classic cocktail: there’s a balance of strong, sweet, and sour components and a few dashes of bitters. Each night the same story emerges differently; he could be a hip-hop artist freestyling, or a Baptist preacher.
Daisey knows what makes a story great.
Daisey radiates heat like the fiery orb of New York’s dreaded summer sun. His delivery can be acerbic, his voice and inflection taking on a distinct Lewis Black edge; in his calmer moments, Daisey sounds more like Garrison Keillor, as he zeroes in – implacably, with perfect deadpan control of his colorful vocabulary – on his pitch-perfect payoffs.
Autobiography and commentary, scripted and spontaneous, the monologue showcases its author’s performance chops and detail-rich narrative style. Daisey has a knack for pushing the boundaries of comedy and candor, with unflinchingly honest descriptions that show the performer’s personal strengths and weaknesses. The result is cathartic.