There’s something invigorating about a dose of silly.
That may be the thinking that drives local resident Michael Beer, the not-so-diabolical mastermind behind the fourth Annual Richmond Silly Parade. The event has unfolded in a comedy of the desultory and absurd, like a kaleidoscope against a monochromatic sky.
Beer, as you might imagine, doesn’t do serious very well.
When asked to say a few words about the parade, Beer’s response was: “Amber, cinnamon, footloose, wisecrack, tenderloin.”
“Sorry, you asked the wrong person,” Beer added. “I happen to collect words, an offshoot of my poetic activities. I have trunks full of them.”
As for “fourth Annual,” that’s a bit of an April Fool’s joke itself; this is the debut of the silly soiree in Richmond.
The parade came off with very little seriousness – just the way it was planned – on April 10. The gray sky was dull and cold, with winds and stinging rain drops discomfiting Beer’s already cartoonish visage.
A band played Spanish favorites down 23rd Street near McDonald Ave, and an eight-foot “Mother Earth” figure, with a cardboard face and stylish shawl wrap, sauntered down the street.
The only hint of decorum was a policeman who sat mostly impassive on his motorcycle, smack dab in the middle of the intersection.
More than 100 people were on hand. And, seriously, the vast majority of them were unfailingly silly.