My wife found a puppet sing down at Glen Echo, and the offspring was visiting, so the whole family went down. It was Daisy O’Danny’s
Spooky Hootenanny!
The whole thing was run by Daisy O'Daniel, and it was an absolute wonderful mess. There's a meme running about, where a truck is always careening towards disaster, from angle after angle, but it never reaches disaster. That is a Daisy O'Daniel show.
We loved it.
Personally, I never want her contact info. Keep it away.
Actually, everyone's safe. Daisy's the sort of woman who I'd socially date, but I'd be damned if I could figure out how to do it. A hoot, but out of my cognitive league, so it's easier to just love her to bits, just for being herself.
The woman sang songs, and the audience sang along, but you'd never make it more than a verse before Daisy broke off.
In good news, the audience got the assignment, and from the get-go. It was an ADHD crowd doing our ADHD thing together. We began by introducing our puppets, and then by a miracle, getting into a song with naughty lyrics, but not too naughty.
We played a few games as well.
Jenny was on fire. She's normally our straight man, but she was shouting out stuff that cracked Daisy up. In fact, cracking Daisy up was one of the preoccupations of the audience. This only encouraged more mayhem, which was the point.
Daisy was great at improving with the audience. When the audience innovated on a song, she adopted the innovations, and those became part of the experience. I'm rather impressed at how well a random assemblage of people could cooperate so well.
All in all, I would happily do that again.