The Mountain Goats at Wilbur Theater, Reviewed.
Act 1
[Two friends stand in the crowd eagerly anticipating the Mountain Goats to take the stage. As the band appears on stage to a rush of cheer and applause a quizzical looks stretch across the two friends' faces.]
Friend One: Who’s that guy on the left? Is that a permanent electric guitar player?
Friend Two: Yeah, looks and sounds as that’s the case.
Friend One: JONAS!
[End scene.]
Act 2
[We see an inpatient geriatric psych ward decades from now. Residents go about their business and interact with staff. Some residents are painting, others watching television and some just sit bumbling to themselves or stare hopelessly. One resident has headphones enveloping his ears and an mp3 player in his hand. He seems unaware of his surrounding and happily sings along to the music. Two nurses watch him through the glass. His singing is roughly audible.]
Resident: [barely audible] …when you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don’t expect him to thank or forgive…
Nurse One: What’s he singing?
Nurse Two: Oh, about some death metal band that never made it I guess.
Nurse One: No, I mean, what’s the band he’s listening to?
Nurse Two: He says they’re called the Mountain Goats. Ever heard of them?
Nurse One: Nope.
Nurse Two: Yeah, me neither.
Resident: [barely audible] HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN!
[End scene.]
