50 and Crazy, Big Hair and Cocaine
“Margo and Harold” unsettles like a Southern gothic Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
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In 2012, I joined a caravan of friends and traveled from San Francisco to Crystal Bay, Nevada, to see David Allan Coe perform at the Crown Room at Crystal Bay Casino. DAC died last week, and even in 2012, the fact that he was alive felt improbable.
The surrounding degenerate celebration became far grander than the concert itself, with separate hotel rooms for partying and for sleeping; I don’t remember sleeping. Grumpy and grizzled, Coe played an unremarkable set in a small room surrounded by folks who looked rode hard and put away wet. Margo and Harold easily could have been there.
“Margo and Harold” answers the question, what if Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? were set in Alabama? Or what if George and Martha also smoked meth?