If you were able to catch Kevin Thornton at DC Fringe, then you know you gave yourself one tasty treat. Not to mention, it was one of the most hilarious nights of your life. Come on, admit it...
(Read about his show "I Love You (We're F*cked)")
Thornton surely does not need the validation; if one is to experience him wholly, he is one sassy dude with the kind of [blue] eyes that manifest a sneaky form of witchcraft disabling your self-control. Perhaps he needs to be validated just like the rest of us, after all, he is a performer. But he is so convincing in his act that it is hard not to label him the bad boy of his genre (whatever that could be). You know, that arrogant guy you cannot help but lust after. The kind of man you do not take home to momma.
(Sex, Dreams & Self-Control REVIEW)
Of course, as aforementioned, it is all an act. He is a gentle soul who is soft beneath the surface, sometimes asking his followers through blogs and YouTube videos whether or not he should buzz his “thinning hair” and call it a day. That concoction makes him both desirable and endearing.
All jokes aside, if you were not able to attend his two-weekend run in the city, do not fret, you can still purchase his new album January Dream, out now.
(Read more about his new album)
If that is not enough for you, read up on Mr. KevKev below:
Full name: Kevin James Thornton
Nickname: Never really had one. Some friends call me "Kev" but I think it's because my friends are f*cking lazy
Height: body 6 ft. ego 11 ft.
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Tattoos: Actually I only have 4, but they are really huge so it seems like more. Bigger is better.
Piercings: none. My mom says my eyes are piercing.
Favorite color: black, like my soul.
If you were not human, you would be: I'm not human.
Person responsible for driving you into comedy: Jesus Christ.
Person responsible for driving you into music: My dad.
Best thing about being a comedian: The free drinks.
Best thing about being a singer: the p*ssy.
Best thing about traveling for a living: This month started in NYC and ended at the grand canyon. that sort of thing is cool, but I hate driving.
Worst thing about traveling for a living: Oh.. I hate driving.
Sum up yourself in ONE word: coy
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