Spending an hour with the Birdmann is kind of like tying your brain to your car’s antenna and letting it flap in the breeze: it’s refreshing and more than a bit surreal.

In his monologue, the Birdmann explains that he’s loveless: “When I get lonely at night, I roll over and hug my feminine side.” Then he narrates a mysterious tale about what happened one night when he went searching for connection.

Along the way, he keeps changing things up. Revelling in the absurdity of performance, he does “magic tricks” that require zero skill. He does some real tricks, by far the best of which is appearing to die. And then there’s the physical business, including a dog act without a dog.

There are some slack moments, but, man, originality plus.

At Performance Works. Remaining performances on September 14 (6:55 p.m.), 17 (8:30 p.m.), and 19 (7:25 p.m.)