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BOOTH AND PAT The classic showbiz tale generally has a star getting laryngitis and an understudy getting a big break. For Booth Daniels and Patrick Frankfort, it was more like this: Somebody blew off a gig, so, well, we can’t let that empty stage go to waste, can we?
Last fall Mr. Frankfort, above left, a singer-songwriter with a comic side, was booked for a solo engagement at the Mean Fiddler on West 47th Street and asked Mr. Daniels, above right, a longtime friend from when both studied musical theater at the Boston Conservatory, to provide some backup vocals. When another act on the bill didn’t show up, Mr. Frankfort, 31, and Mr. Daniels, 34, began winging it to fill the time, and the audience seemed to get a kick out of their easy, goofy rapport.
“I think through sheer stubbornness we refused to leave the stage,” Mr. Frankfort recalled. That was the genesis of the act they call simply Booth and Pat, a pairing that is part cabaret, part stand-up comedy, part improv. They have since appeared at spots including Don’t Tell Mama, and on Thursday (and again on June 27) they will roll out a new full-length show at the Duplex that they’re calling “Slow Children Playing.” Expect routines that defy genre labels. Their take on “Let It Be” starts out pleasantly tuneful, but somehow they get distracted in the chorus and toss in a sampling of every other song that ever used the same chord progression (of which, it turns out, there are a lot).
Some musing about their favorite lyrics turns into a medley of every gibberish lyric you can think of, from the “Minnie the Moocher” refrain to “In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida.” Then there’s Mr. Frankfort’s song “The Straight Girls.” It’s what a guy writes after more than one woman dumps him by announcing that she’s a lesbian. “It’s fashionable to be gay,” Mr. Daniels said, offering his sidekick some comfort as they described the origin of the song. “Or,” Mr. Frankfort replied, “maybe it’s just fashionable to date me and turn gay.” NEIL GENZLINGER
"I kept thinking of The Smothers Brothers while watching the free-flowing but underplayed give and take between comic singers Booth Daniels and Patrick Frankfort in their one-night performance of 2 Guys. 1 Guitar. No Standards. at Don't Tell Mama. After the show, Daniels advised me with deadpan seriousness that they were more like The Smothers Brothers on crystal meth.
Daniels is the dark, slightly scruffy one with an authoritative coolness who can play the microphone like he's hiding a Casio keyboard in his mouth. Frankfort, the tall one with the guitar, has an innocent dorkiness about him that hides a lecherous underbelly. There's nary a punch line in their between-song banter yet the quirky absurdity of their chemistry, so fresh and seemingly spontaneous, is very, very funny.
Most of their songs are by Frankfort, based on personal experiences like having more than one girlfriend break up with him by saying she's a lesbian ("Where have all the straight girls gone?" he ponders in song) and the tragedy of hair loss. When the boys do get sincere with a lovely "(I Can't Wait To Fall Again) Into You" they joke how Frankfort's emo display will help him score with the ladies. They also do covers, like a Spice Girls medley performed with a fierce dedication to girl power and Ben Folds' hilariously folky arrangement of Dr. Dre's "Bitches Ain't Shit."
Booth Daniels and Patrick Frankfort have their separate careers in comedy,
music and acting with no future dates for joint appearances scheduled
as of yet. But hopefully this promising pair will be treading the cabaret
boards much more frequently."
Booth & Pat: Slow Children Playing
Booth & Pat: Two Guys. One Guitar. No Standards at ComedySportz LA
In the internet sensation, “2 Girls 1 Cup,” two girls do things to a cup and to each other that just shouldn’t be done. Similarly, in Booth & Pat: Two Guys. One Guitar. No Standards, two guys do things to each other and to popular songs that just shouldn’t be done, really. But in both cases, you can’t help but want to see more.
Booth & Pat is a courageous blend of cabaret, stand-up and improv. The duo take popular songs ranging from the Beatles to the Spice Girls and parody them with their own unique mix of self-deprecation, dick and poop jokes, and a love of music combined with a tolerance of pop culture.
The one-hour show explores the friendship between Booth and Pat and their relationship to their careers and their various sexual encounters. While it didn’t follow any strong thematic structures, I found their strong suit was in clever rendering of the pop songs and the way they pulled the songs together to tell a story. In their version of “Let It Be,” Booth and Pat throw in all the songs that use the same chord progression.
The duo are clearly trained performers and singers who love what they
do. My biggest concern was that I felt like they were playing for a bigger
venue and didn’t take advantage of the intimate space of a small
Look for another chance at The Duplex to enter (at your own risk and
risqué), the wacky and wonderful world of Booth Daniels and Patrick
Frankfort, not for the prude or politically correct. BOOTH AND PAT are
fearless and embrace their inner goofy rebel nerdy iconoclastic selves.
With an act where the conceit is that they are getting on each other’s
nerves and interrupting or derailing each other’s best and worst
musical intentions, they are a satirical mini-miracle. It’s R-rated
for “Ranting” and “Rude” and “Rebellious”
and “Ridiculous” and “Ribald” and “Really
Riotous.” Gleefully playing dumb and dumber, they push each other’s
buttons and push the envelope, too. Mocking music styles by just doing
them, with original songs in the mixed-up mix, mocking and mock-serious,
it’s wild. If they were ice cream, they’d have to be a banana
split because they are bananas and side-splittingly funny when the jokes
land (some may thud, causing better ad libs) or maybe they’re a
sundae just because their show is on a Sunday (July 20… but then
a Friday on August 29; you see, they’re unpredictable).
Their approach to comedy is part SNL and partly rooted in the adversarial style of the Smothers Brothers. They unassumingly bill their act as “2 guys, 1 guitar, no standards” and their appeal is infectious, particularly to the under 30 set. Pat’s self-effacing songs about dating straight girls or male pattern baldness have a wry charm. Booth scores heavily with Weird Al Yankovic’s “You Don’t Love Me Anymore,” a very funny song in which he recounts the multitude of ways his girlfriend has tried to kill him, leading him to the conclusion that perhaps her love for him has begun to wane.
Together they have an easy going rapport with each other and their audience.
This is not cabaret in the classic sense, so don’t go expecting
to hear a lot of old standards. But it’s a quirky, off-kilter evening
that will appeal mainly to a younger crowd who’s looking to have
a lot of fun."
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