Building "Bridges" Across the Bayou City!
Remember all those news stories and videos of people around the world thanking frontline workers in various forms for their herculean efforts during the darkest days of the pandemic? The clanging of pots on balconies for hospital workers. The standing …
Read MoreHow do you mourn the death of a father who abandoned you? How do you feel connection to a land youâve never known? Where ancestors, long and near gone, are only whispers in the symphony that creates your life song? These questions of belonging and iden…
Read MoreIt’s easy to imagine that audience members were thrilled when Stages announced they would be streaming the jukebox musical, Honky Tonk Laundry, live from the Gordy for one week beginning November 10. An honest to goodness live show? Broadcast from an a…
Read MoreItâs Director Malinda L. Beckhamâs voice we hear on the screen prior to the opening of Dirt Dog Theatre Coâs production of Twilight: Los Angeles, 1992, Anne Deveare Smithâs docu-play about the victims and participants of the LA riots. Welcome to this i…
Read MoreWhat if measures taken to protect you have the effect of harming at the same time? Itâs a question being considered by the actors and theaters represented by Actors’ Equity (AEA), the American labor union representing the world of live theatrical perfo…
Read MoreGod walks into a psychologistâs office, angry, dejected, and seeking therapy. Not a bad premise for a two-hander, but what do you do with it? Serious thinky/talkie? Absurdist exploration? Dark comedy? In Oh My God, Israeli playwright Anat Gov, appears …
Read MoreWhat did actors do in Elizabethan times when the plague hit and Shakespeareâs Globe Theatre was closed? Not like they could stream their work online or invite audiences to a Zoom show. Highly unlikely they were sitting at home baking banana bread. This…
Read MoreâWe had a date nightâ, my husband declared excitedly as we stepped away from the computer screen and began to defrock ourselves of the flashy formal wear weâd been asked to don. He wasnât wrong. Sure, we hadnât left our house, might not have been weari…
Read MoreIt was a Monday, the first time I tried to go to the drive-through strip club. I suppose I shouldâve known it would be closed; this style of performance sounded more like a weekend kinda thing. I did have a nice chat with the Parking Valet though, bemu…
Read MoreOh Madame Daphne, how I’ve missed you. Not that I’m happy it took a full-blown pandemic to realize that your brand of mysterious and compassionate camp is exactly the balm I needed. But here we are. Needing this kind of strangely wonderful distraction …
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