I CAN’T SAY I WAS EVER A SPALDING GRAY FAN. I had nothing against him, and I remember watching Swimming To Cambodia in the late ’80s. (I forget if I rented the tape, or watched it on cable. Probably the latter.) He was one of those performers whose work never clicked with me, even during my artiest phase in the late-1980s, probably for the same totally random reasons that other artists of the era happened to.
But Chris Ott of Flak Magazine has a sensitive memoriam to the late actor, writer, and monologist.