VERY NEARLY UNCLASSIFIABLE AND UTTERLY DELIGHTFUL, “THE FLOATONES,” JIM NEU’S FANTASTICAL, IRRATIONAL ZEN KOAN OF A MUSICAL, RETURNS TO LA MAMA ABOUT 20 YEARS AFTER ITS PREMIERE THERE…

 

MR. NEU, WHO DIED IN 2010, WAS AN EXPERIMENTAL THEATER STANDARD-BEARER AND A LA MAMA HABITUÉ. HE WASN’T PARTICULARLY COMPELLED BY PLOT OR CHARACTER AND WAS LESS INTERESTED IN MEANING ITSELF THAN HOW MEANING IS MADE AND PROPAGATED. HE OFTEN WROTE PLAYS ABOUT VARIOUS KINDS OF INFLUENCERS, SUCH AS TELEVISION GURUS AND MARKET RESEARCHERS.

 

THERE ISN’T MUCH STORY IN “THE FLOATONES,” WHICH IS MUCH OF THE POINT. THESE CHARACTERS, WE LEARN, MET IN “AN ENCOUNTER SUPPORT GROUP MEETING WEEKLY TO PRACTICE POSITIVE EXPERIENCES WITH OTHER PEOPLE,” SOME OF THEM BY COURT ORDER. ONE IS AN ACTOR, ANOTHER WAS ARRESTED FOR AN ALTERCATION IN THE INWOOD NEIGHBORHOOD OF MANHATTAN.

 

THESE FOUR HAVE FORMED THE TITULAR GROUP, WHICH USES DOO-WOP SONGS TO PREACH A GOSPEL OF RADICAL NONATTACHMENT. THEY’RE ANTI-MEANING, ANTI-CONTEXT, ANTI-SENSE, ANTI-IDENTITY. “WE’RE PAST REASON,” THEY SING. “WE’RE POST PLOT. WE’RE CONNECTION-FREE. WE’RE CONTENT-NOT.” (THEY ARE ALSO SOMETIMES PITCH AVERSE.)