Meow Meow opened the show in the audience, making her way in full winter gear (with luggage) to the front of the stage, taking an assist from the house crew to get on to stage. She then proceeded to introduce herself and undress, one piece at a time, with the help of men from the front row. Sitting almost dead center, I was asked first to help her out of her winter coat while she talked to the audience holding her mic. It was challenging because she was wearing mittens and I was trying a) to not touch her inappropriately and b) not pull her mittens off with her coat.
After depositing her jacket on the stage, she asked me to help her out of her pants. Yeah, I admit, I thought she was kidding. She bent over in front of me and then turned and asked, “Have you ever undressed a woman before?” Then she bent over with her head around her ankles. I grabbed the zipper, without ever touching her body, and then was urged to pull down on both sides of her pants to bring them down around her ankles.
At which point, she continued to struggle out of items of clothing with other people in the front row. “The male dancers usually do this,” she told the crowd while wrestling out of a vest.
She asked on lady to be her mic stand. Then, she got not one, but two members of the audience to snuggle with her on stage while she performed. She later corralled a third person out of the audience after he shouted at her about something. She said something to the effect of “It’s really easy to be shouting out when you’re in the dark” before she got them to raise the house lights. So three people draped around her (and she continually moved their hands around so they were touching her rather intimately.)
Her entire set was only one song. She was accompanied by keyboard player Lance Horne (an accomplished musician in his own right.) It was cabaret and opera, mostly in French. She wailed and belted and crowed and engaged the audience without ever missing a beat. When she wanted the help of someone in the audience, she would admonish them “Quickly!” and even once switched to German, “Schnell!”
Finally, calling out to Horne, she asked how much time she had left. “I have to get through one song. It’s on my contract.” After determining there was 5 minutes left in her set, she decided she had enough time to crowd surf. She started out on the other side of the stage but decided that half the audience wasn’t a good bet and came over to our side.
I’ll admit, I still thought she was joking. Even after helping her out of her knickers, I guess I should have known better. She made a grand show of it, even asking to young men in the third row to fill in a gap so that she could make it passed the first few rows. Then she leaned out and “floated” (term used loosely) her way to the back of the house, all the while, gabbing with the audience and finishing the tune.
As remarkable as that fact was alone, even more unbelievable was that for most of her crowd surfing, she was sitting straight up with her legs split. The crowd supported her (mostly) all the way back to the stage where she collected her things and departed.