There’s a cherished spot in every Rogue Festival for a top-notch one-person show that gets, well, a little “out there.” Call it the stream-of-consciousness niche. Brooklyn-based Kurt Fitzpatrick’s finely crafted “Cathedral City” fits the bill.
In many ways, this trippy show takes the stream-of-consciousness theme literally, considering the prominent theme of Fitzpatrick going under general anesthetic for major back surgery. (The Rogue veteran is doing much better, thankfully.) Playing both himself and a host of memorable characters — from a harumphing time traveler to a man who, quite inexplicably, falls asleep on a beach and wakes up as a living piece of art with an exquisitely crafted sand castle atop his head — Fitzpatrick bops along in a rapid-fire whirl of pop culture references, personal revelations, goofy side-trips into B-movie Adventureland and musings on mortality.
There’s something endearing about Fitzpatrick as he opens up to strangers on stage, almost daring them to take his wild ride. He’s never smug in terms of his stage persona, but there’s a quiet confidence that lets him take the audience by hand and essentially say, “Follow me, no matter how weird this gets. I’ll keep you safe.” Even when his pants are around his ankles as he’s reenacting a sexual threesome with a ’70s disco couple. (Just wait, he tells the couple breathlessly — you have the entire season of “Magnum, P.I.” ahead of you.)
Yet he also has a pleasingly light touch as pushes some bigger-issue questions about life, death, spirituality, etc. It’s a thinker of a show that while it’s unspiraling before you doesn’t make you think to yourself, “Wow, this is a thinker of a show,” if that makes any sense.
Plus: You get jokes about sporks, Leif Garrett and “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” The mind reels, and that’s a compliment.
Show info: 5:30 p.m. today (Sunday), 7 p.m. Thursday, 8:30 p.m. Saturday, The Tower Lounge, 1211 N. Wishon Ave. Rating: PG-13. [Details]