Hot off the heels of his successful media tour, the artistically-minded intellectual’s intellectual Charlie Sheen, will be showcasing his veritable cornucopia of talents in Cleveland. Sheen’s medium, a professionally produced and expertly performed stage show, will debut at cultural centers across the country with venues that include at least one in Ohio. This will be one of Sheen’s first appearances in the Northeast Ohio city since his pitching days as a closer for the make believe championship Cleveland Indian’s baseball team in Major League. Sheen, who will most likely bring along his brilliant and compassionate life partner, Bree Olson, and his pack of well-behaved Welsh Pembroke Corgis, plans to “Wow” the crowd with “insightful rhetoric” and “tasteful commentary” on “life and human-ness”.
His performance will draw upon the collective works of George Bernard Shaw and J.M. Barrie to create a piece, “reminiscent of the tones of classical theater” but “accentuated with the positive attributes and optimism that seems to underscore the 21st century.” Sheen, plans on delving in to what he terms his “own-ness” or “Sheen-ness”. “I want the audience to be a part of my transition. I want to explore not only my inner-self but also their inner-self…their Peter Pan.” Sheen called this exploration or “inter-twining of being” the “Sheen-ness of becoming.” “By delving into their (the audience’s) most sacred rituals I wish to unmask that which hasn’t bloomed. Be that rosebud of desire, that sweet moment between virginity and knowing.”
In a special media attended dress rehearsal, Sheen in his minimalist attire barefoot, wearing just a pair of dark herringbone patterned slacks and a summer-weight ribbed turtleneck sweater, mounted the stage and addressed the audience directly with bravado, “I COME IN PEACE!” He then led the group in a breathing exercise he stated would “align chakras.” “You’ll feel it (the chakra), if you are doing it correctly,” spoke Sheen between labored controlled breaths. “Like an orgasmic lightening shooting up the spine.” Several in the invited group let out joys of adulation as their alleged chakras released. Sheen too displayed a mighty conversion as his hands which previously lay upon the knees of his crossed legs, shot upward. The stage lights exploded into a colorful kaleidoscope of what could only be termed a transcendental super-nova, and Sheen let loose a primal scream. The master had begun his art.
Sheen, son to the equally talented and didactic Martin, undulated to deep booming almost tribal drum beats. A gong crashed and he rolled upon the stage. Drool frothed from his mouth as he convulsed upon the bare black performance space, and then almost as suddenly as the violent shaking began, Sheen stopped. The stage went black. The lights increased in intensity until Sheen was once again visible. Lying still, his hands slowly rose and, when his arms reached 90 degrees, the music began.
A mix of Sergeant Pepper’s and The Moody Blues, Sheen’s self-composed score brought a visible tearful reaction to some in attendance, as the performer’s body met the sound with masterful movement. Then, he stood motionless. Silence. A stool was brought out to the now trance induced artist. A microphone was pinned upon his breast. At this moment the audience readied itself for dialogue. The anticipation was palatable. “I am a man,” Sheen quietly announced, and then, what at first was an almost silent whimper became waves of what could only be described as inconsolable crying. “I…” spoke Sheen between deep gesticulations of tearful sadness, “…am just a man, but… together… we will… find our peace… our hope… our lost youth.”
The program maintained its deep philosophical and symbolic meaning throughout the six and one half hour pageant. His show also highlighted the genius’ use of words that fans recognize as shaping meaning in an entertainment community that seems to lose itself in the spectacle. “If God is here let him see me now,” vocalized the now resolute Sheen. “Let him see me, my flaws and accept me—the man, the spirit, the great truth of being.” Sheen then asked the audience to stand as four child-sized masked and red satin robed shamans swiped each aisle with smoldering smudge sticks. He then slathered his face with what he called “Ox blood” and asked all in attendance to “join me in prayer.” The master-artist then slowly grasped a hold of his microphone and with an almost tired voice “blessed” all in attendance using phrases and words the spiritual Sheen asked not to be written or recorded. But his power and sacred beauty cannot go unrecorded. If any performance were required it would be this one.
Sheen’s national tour is not to be missed. His lessons on life and love lost are painfully displayed with such humility and splendid power that even the most hardened hearts will be softened with his message of hope. If anything can save Cleveland, it will be Charlie Sheen.