If you heard our interview this past Friday with Mike Daisey in anticipation of his 24-hour monologue All The Hours In The Day, perhaps you’re curious to know what happened. Well, the short answer is that it actually did happen: he performed from 6 p.m. on Saturday until 6 p.m. on Sunday. He wove a multi-threaded tale involving Warren Zevon, Walt Disney, and Philip K. Dick, along with the ghosts, frailties, failures and obsessions of his own life. I know this because I was there for 18 of those hours. Other people were there for the duration, forming a sort of performance art refugee camp at Washington High.
We’ll talk to one of the members of that self-selected hardcore group. Erik Henrikson, who writes about film for the Portland Mercury, live-blogged the performance with a great dose of increasingly sleep-deprived wit. He’ll join us to talk about his experiences, assuming he wakes up on Monday (and assuming, for that matter, that I do!).