His “deepest depression” of the year occurred after Election Day, because Trump wouldn’t concede. But it wasn’t just the virus that derailed him. “I had not anticipated this would be the big advantage of the car.” He also started having a hard time just hearing the sound of sirens, because there were so many in the early days of the pandemic. In “What The Fuck Just Happened?” he tells us, for example, that he spent a lot of time crying in his new car. There is less of the certainty and focus that threaded through most of the monologues I’ve seen of his in the past, starting with “21 Dog Years: Doing Time ” at the Cherry Lane Theater in 2002, about his career at Amazon, and most recently “The Trump Card” at Joe’s Pub in 2016. He apologizes for it, but it also injects an apt tone of bafflement and upset. Like the rest of us, Mike Daisey has not had a normal year the clue is the curse word in the title. Whether or not momentous, Daisey’s new monologue, a meandering account of his personal experiences over the past year, was undeniably of the moment. Some treated this as a momentous occasion, because it was one of three theatrical productions launching on the first day that New York’s governor had allowed theaters to reopen at 33 percent capacity. Mike Daisey performed his latest monologue to 22 masked and vaccinated theatergoers in person Friday night at the 99-seat Kraine Theater in the East Village, and simultaneously to another 500 watching online.
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