Schnauss On Schnauss...
Because I am an ass, I missed 98.5% of the Ulrich Schnauss show last night. Why? Because I worked harder than overweight Rik Shaw driver dragging an equally overweight foreigner; and as a result, showed up late, feeling oddly "thirsty".
When I finally made it to the excellent World Financial Center's Winter "Garden" Venue, Dorit Chrysler was on stage playing the red-haired stepchild of all instruments, The Theremin, and I now wish I paid more attention because in retrospect it was sort of awesome, certainly a worthy endeavor of one named "Dorit Chrysler".
So I missed Schnauss, although I've seen him before. Nonetheless, I earned the right to say "Schnauss" in a faux German accent as many times as I care to retell this bland story. The End.