Oasis On Western Avenue
It was one of those chilly April nights when trouble sneaks up silently. As I slept, some inconsiderate rapscallion sideswiped my parked car and the car parked behind me, inflicting considerable damage.
Dear Brian,
What follows was prompted by an email from one of my oldest and most treasured friends, Brian—a musician, composer and lyricist.
Counting Marbles
I was inspired to write this blog for reasons not greatly dependent on losing my way, but caused by the realization that the way was dramatically shorter than I had realized.
Costco Comique: A Ballet in Five Episodes
What follows is not a factual report, although it is grounded in reality. It is a dramatization, a ballet of sorts, loosely inspired by a real-life shopping excursion.
Immersive Masculinity: Un Poyo Rojo at Theater Wit
In an empty locker room, two men play with movement, an analogue radio and tiny shorts. The athletic bodies of Luciano Rosso and Alfonso Barón move fluently from wrestling to dance, acrobatics to physical comedy in an irresistible distortion of the expectations of manhood.