hi this is kathy improv it's our best of two thousand and seventeen show where we have memorable clips from the whole year we're going to be showing clips from the entire year and we're going to not talk too much because we've got so much music and poetry and wonderful performances that we want to waste too much time doc and so here we're going to go we're going to start off right up the bat with cat moon daddy i don't know where i'm go sometimes it's hard to feel safe so some of you may be familiar with and participated in the me two campaign that is storming social media and if you're not you're certainly are aware of the news with various  male executives and other authority figures being exposed for predatory sexual behavior and this dress is the stress this poem is timely little black dress a cut above the knee with shoulder straps at least two fingers thick scoop neck slight cinch at waist fabric that drapes i'm not going to blame myself for this dress it's little floral filigree not a cape to be twirled in a frat houses blacklight to rile the bull to make him want blood that animal who gored me is a man not some sixteen hundred pound beast with the bend in his back this dress is dead pull it over my head and will burst into flame instead of a saber through his ticker i want him to eat the evidence with his hands a coney island dress eating contest stuffing dr strips of cloth in his mouth or dipping them in lemonade which turns pink or brown from whatever is confined in the fibers this isn't a timed competition every day who eat the same dress every day to me and what he did to me every day gag on the tag the small band of elastic his one meal because he wanted it so bad meanwhile in the precinct basement all of the clothing locked up as evidence jogging shorts flannel pajamas cardigans scrubs the rash in a circle pit unfurling empty sleeves so much rage and shame to stomp to peel from concrete floor to hold up to the room's cage light we we this is the cathy i am proud of two thousand and seventeen collection every show you have improv is a miracle and we're really happy to be part of it and we're just going to keep brad on rolling with the performances so here we go so a lot of people used to go down the shore or new york the beach and my neighborhood a lot of us couldn't go down so we used to do tree surf and you climb to the top of the white pine in the neighbor's yard raised your arms as if you were a career so without wax on your weddings atop the tree you spread out your arms and jumped limbs bending needles flying cones scattering along the ground and down you came from seventy feet above as a surfer on a wave gone bad sliding bump and never holding on and when you reached the bottom you were laughing climbed back up so this next song is also an original sometimes when i play out if you ever want to get paid as a musician you have to do other people's songs you have to do cover songs so this song is my tribute to all of those starving struggling artists that have to go out and play other listening to act three radio lightly resting at saturday night's window strapless back against a dying cough frozen falling flakes a cloud torn asunder like down feathers shaken loose swirling millions of pieces of lonesomeness as violette drops into of credos arms and that was when i thought i heard you fumbling at the door but it wasn't anyone only it goes deeply dressed in heartless rags of operating when song pounding head stop your foolishness he will not come you've been stood up and she will die lost and found or simply lost sometimes i wonder where you are how many ghost of me you may have encountered but i suppose curiosity is and no for either of  our youth is lost locked away in auld log unabashedly pass through airport scanners left circling aimlessly at baggage claim perhaps some dreams still exist living and breathing under a watchful eye of a caretaker and a cold dark castle surrounded by tall we awaiting our return afford to wait too long or think about this today may just be the best day of the rest of your life something may happen some small awful thing so by tomorrow at this time your world could be much more miserable place to live and die this may happen this will happen to a lot of people people you don't know people you don't care a thing about people like you by this time tomorrow many of them many  i could write a thousand songs like barry manilow songs that frank sinatra would have sung but i write simple folk songs for simple folks like thank you for watching our kevin bra best of two thousand and seventeen show featuring memorable clips from the previous year we're really happy to be part of this community and we were really happy to be able to put on the improv we are an all volunteer staff and we've been doing this for a long time and somehow it all gets done we always say that each caf improv is a miracle so our next show i believe is january twenty seventh at the paul robeson center for the arts at seven pm come on down if you feel like it if not sit in front of your t v and keep watching because we we enjoy that too right you guys have a good evening and we'll see you later